Monday, 11 April 2022

moonshine thinks methinks

 moonshine thinks methinks 



pearls scattered before the moon swine


the moon’s wine speaks of


moonshine bejewelling a heaving sea


so many breasts have risen


only to fall asunder on the rock’s milk


the same moon hoists a tiara 


higher than they can climb


the stars never say no 


go back


shall we 

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