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| ‘The Moon’s Rapture’ Frank Frazetta © |
bending goddess nodes
lustfully drunk
with oscillations
chaos algorithm
pulsed furious
she laughs
loosens moorings
this late October
sky
points water’s
cling
to the tiny exhales
broad leaf trees
still hunt sunlight
with her reflection
phenol grace ordinal
seasons leave
trace elements
in the tannin
bleed
rust is
her base note decay
she captures souls
flourishes by
stealing
the slowest of fires
there was
finite
certainty
in her beauty
in her subtlety
in her wielded velvet
this relaxed me
an assassin melody
it arrested assured
bloom counting
let go(s) and
turns back
she wore bare skin
streetlight
yellow serenade lace
architectural
grain
the scent of open
windows
a reign of woods
between houses
we turned our phones
off
letting frenzy have
no safe word
the marks, with the
desert cold
of Winter veining in
could be covered with
clothing
until they smoothed
over
the memories, however
were all our limbs we
sacrificed
standing for algebra
and symphony
staining the raw
parts we ate
humming guttural
sounds
knowing exactly what
caught soul smelled
like
EJR ©