Chapter 1 – Orchid is my Sky

12 Jun

The moon

She smiles at me

Above all billowous masses

Below us, buried deep

Once bitten fingernails

Furrow brows

And trouble sleep

Faces shine in blindness

Victims or voyeurs

She laughs

The moon

When she is full of breast

Illusory, impetuous

I am her child

Sycophantic

in my dream of flight

Compelled

by the coming night

I am ripened and

Given wings by the

Scent of parting lips

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