Crescent Moon Poem by ulysses hero

Crescent Moon

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How strange it is
to lie in utter darkness,
stealth like,
a nipple to the shroud.

And some would say, it is
a lovers smile
aroused by the tepid motion
of a clouds slow caress.

But if I that moon,
that quisling to the night,
I'd lift the mantle, the widows veil,
and move towards a kiss.

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Jarmara Black 27 May 2005

I love the moon and i really like your poem.

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