The Stalking Moon
A veiling womb, Sculpting sin into lungs Into blackened flesh With each night breathing, learning, Growing to be seen Wearing tufts of cotton, and silk A tailor, a talent, a spiritual realm You know my secrets, you know my rants Sleeping over my pillow A mother who forgot A father who regrets A daughter who only wishes Much you have seen Knowing God, as you sleep in day Speaking with graves as you play in night An architecht, a pyramid in all the skies Neglecting, respecting, forgetting, And it seems you're always there When you cry, as many others I feel safe, the night becomes more true To see you slowly die...I rest Unrest...A child you bloom In oceans, and rivers, and on land In my hands, your memory of reasons To uncover your havoc To sleep right well, under silver sheets I love how you stalk Your body of mink Plenty I have missed you ...You are full...what can i say... I'm a night chick :D Written January 9th, 2002 © on Jan 09 2002 02:40 PM PST 10 • 0 • 16
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"A veiling womb, ..."