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The moon's light
is a cotton-white softness
with a small gray mist
at either end,
and the brightness between
not grimed by this world.
The night sky is a flare of
cerulean with shooting stars like threads frayed,
and the tops of the trees on the mountain
implicitly green.
This part is the poem of desire.
The next part is you, the poem of satisfaction:
clad in a green tee-shirt and
and a long skirt sewn from faded jeans
with the lower hems frayed,
not quite concealing your socks,
soft cotton-white, gray heels and toes
(a little street-grimed
on each insistently shoeless sole).
As you lean back casually,
the axis of this earth shifts in your favor,
and the universe arranges a concerto
around the serenade of my adoration.

Starward

[jlc]