The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”
Pablo Neruda
she watched the moon rise
as the sun set on the water
feeling the incredible pull
of the moon making circles
in her torso- while the sun threw
sparkles of faery dust, in her eyes dancing-
like little spots of lion hearts
on a low tide-- midnight blue
harbour practically still
mosquitoes come to visit
verily they feast on outstretched arms
and slyly break through summer blouses
blond hairs on forearms lighten
to the waxing moon brightening
she notes how everyone looks better
standing with full attention
as the once productive sun
drops into its own lassitude
falling behind low hanging clouds
leaving stain glass impressions
on lake like harbour- heaving far
below the surface of the evening glow
staying fresh, as dried flowers beneath glass
in her open chest-- sighing more than you do know
Kate Lamberg
sunset on the harbour~photo by kate lamberg(all rights reserved)
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