Darkness surrounds you
as spirals of smoke
wrapping you in myth
and the delineated danger
of the world.
But your proud defiance
breaks through with gestures
and chiseled features
in a dalliance with the heavy air.
Tilting your head
out of shadow in to the scant light
you flirt with a foreboding
a newport in your hand
you speak in a trepid voice
of your own mortality.
such a crumbling beauty
leaning forward in a red skirt
wisps of black tendrils shade your eyes
your frailty in your sensuality
but you are still the motherly moon
scared but proud
to hold up a starless sky
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