Human Divinity
The Blossom
Pure Beauty
I saw the cool moon rise
and like the archer
he freed you from his bow
shot thru skin fuelled mornings
past street lights
palpitate curbs & concrete veins
you drank wine with
Dionysus
exhaled smoky chains
i watched those glazed eyes ignite
thru the satin haze
the discursive maze
within an urban midnight hour
and her cackle echoed
until it seemed to lift the night
to welcome the swelling sun
and her eternal golden rays
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