The moonA Poem by Chris RayI have never seen her as bright as this, platinum blonde, two faced object, exposing her head over a dark sequined silken sheet. She sucks and flows and governs the undertows. One thousand and one poets seducing her with there intellectual superiority and sensitivity. I can not compete, I don't want to.
I like to watch these feelings gravitate toward each other. Soon enough there is a reaction, a kind of alchemy. I am an atom. I am a molecule. I am a super red giant swelling with rage and I will engulf all your lovers and lays. © 2013 Chris Ray |
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Added on November 24, 2013Last Updated on November 24, 2013 |