by his flaming red hair

bat orchids paint lapis lazuli sky
moons silver skin---bleeds
stars falling from her iris
plump pearl swimming in seashell locked sea
obsidian eats the earth whole like a mulberry

heroin stars and moon waltz
moon drops her black silk dress
covers her silver ribs
behind cloaks of clouds

sun peels her onion skin
brews her manilla bones for broths
cinnamon dust fills blue air
figs and pomegranates
jams drip down brown pine

Amythest fades
sun folds behind clouds heroin stars blink
sun runs to his wooden cabin
pours moons broth onto grass blades

pearl lids open
pale moon beams rise
strip teasing her silver skin
to the black oaks

pulls on her black silk slip
moon takes suns by red roots
buries him two feet into
her night blooming jasmine and anise garden

into last hours of twilight
moonbeams fill lakes
her onion skin still whole

hoeing her garden
suns bones peeking out soils
and by the roots
of his flaming red hair
she pulls him out of the black earth

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

This one is filled with sensual, sometimes erotic imagery about the interplay between the sun and moon. It's a story that is replayed daily. Not sure about those heroin stars, though. They stand off silently, but give a vaguely sinister effect.

[kamiya]

thank you! and thank you for the suggestion I see what you mean i use heroin stars as the effect the stars give, they look like little specks of powder