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sun spots and moon glow
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Astronomical Poetry Whenever is it time for my muse and I to get together
You can bet there will be a change in the weather
I can only make promises that I can’t keep
Sometimes she makes love to me because she can’t weep
She makes all other verse seem so tame and invites me to examine words
They fly thick through my mind like flocks of birds
Her balanced phrases take shape of poetry in translation from earlier epochs
They flow upon her tongue like the wavy curls of her silken locks
Attributes shared one and the same we find a place of leather and lace
Where it feels like strands of cobwebs brush against my face
She tells me serendipity comes in many flavors
And the words on her lips that I savor do me no favors
Shooting stars, sweet green tea, dragonfly tattoos, and thunderstorms
Like some bleeding heart that wears it on the sleeve of a ragtag uniform
As sun spots and moon glow stretch the limit of acceptability
Lover’s love, a pretext for romance, it sounds like a foreign language spoken fluently
Habitually, random people mix it up a little bit still they seek it desperately
This labial ability pervades with the spirits of sympathy, sometimes, furtively on the sea
Still they move conspicuously to the precipice of unimportant metaphors with sonic dexterity
