Thursday, January 22, 2009

To begin with

Servant's Moon

The faint scent of skin and sex
Fades in the dark amid the golden leaves
About to fall.

The servant's moon, 
A moon not full
Yet offering the light of fullness,
Floods the sky

And reveals a long luminous cloud bank,
A new snow-mountain range
Rising on horizon's edge,

As another world
Briefly touches here.

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