The moon slipped
beneath the surface
of a black sky, like
a hand disappearing in silk lingerie
tending the fires of night.
Monday, December 18, 2006
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Blogging, year one, has come and gone. For year two it's time to dirty the hands, tend the weeds, and see if we can produce fruit for market.
17 comments:
Passionate! Moon and the cloud as lovers!
I love this poem Pat!
Beautiful!
Margie
Hot stuff, Pat. Takes us in an unexpected but convincing direction.
Hum...love that slutty poetry!
Great image. Must borrow from the wisdom of others (again:): 'it was when he mastered fire that the lord of beasts became a lord of men'.
i luv it
mmmmm... delightfully sensual...
love it!
Oh my! I like the element of surprise in this — much more than a simple eclipse.
oh who! Hot stuff Pat!!
Wow!
Saucy!
:o)
Liquid beauty and what an awesome ending!!
This is very, how you say, exotic.
Be careful, you'll end up with 4 kids with poems like that! :)
Steaming Hot!! - Ditto Bill.
Gautami, a little passion in the heavens!!
Thanks Margie!!
Thanks Bill!!
Don, I guess the moon's secret is out. Thanks!!
Borut, I'm not sure we've mastered "fire".
Thank you Kai!!
Polona, as I looked at the moon's final sliver my naughty brain went to work. Thanks!!
MB,it all looked consentual to me.
Corey, most days I feel about medium warm, but, some days...
Thanks SB!!
Life without sauce is bland. Thanks Trinity star!!
Minerva, a little wine, a little "sliver" of moon and what other ending could there be??
C, and I was hoping for erotic. Oh well.
Andrew, got all those scars I need to have.
Thanks Tim!!
absolutely beautiful.
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