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what's the moon do?
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WERE it the moon, soft red and
streaked with astral fumes when
your hot, haunting body formed
seemingly from the dread electric
molecular stratum of soul-melt?
together forever, you croon, and yet
my nectar stores are insufficient
for a bug-eyed whore like yourself
a parched star of frenzied flames
but hey
Ah! Now there's a form and
Ah! Now there's a form and gait that brings shivers down the spine.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver
Your command of language, and
Your command of language, and of the skill to artistically deploy it in this poem, is well displayed here. You have compressed an amazing power in a few short lines. If I were teaching a class on Poetry, this poem would be a textbook example of the height that poetic language can reach!
Starward