Blonde the Muse

Streaked by the hours of moonlight

She sweats upon a rooftop cradle

A slow showering of heated liberation

As I swing along the fragile nesting of ivory branches

Stretched under the magnificence of her stability

 

And let her mouth, that soft vessel

Divide the gentle tide with a smile

That casts upon the crest of evening water

Two halves of a seashell

 

And let our embrace, soften the cool air

That parades around us, shedding secrets from our hair

And let me hold that hand that trembles

When the evening undresses us

With a yellow wink

 

© Matthew Goff

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