put out the moon
reach up, clasp it
press its ends closed upon themselves
wrap this ring in fallen leaves
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Now this is truly a poem. It moves from the unconscious outward and contains crisp visual images. Every word is relevant and works to create a singular effect. Bravo!
the lover beside you, tell each other stories as if words were constant suns not moons waxing with desire spot of poems are sleeping..... in a small pond with sunny flowers