Mooning {again}

Love her, love her (k)not;
secret her against your skin and
taste her salt. She

is the running of the wolves,
is the shaking of the photograph,
is a grainy and lamenting sky.

Warn her of your passing, and
warm your hands on her elm-embered fire.

Thread your fingers through her gold;
entice her away and
deal her a handful of stars.

Think her bright.
Think her bold.
Think her a warning poem, a favored psalm.

Report her shadowed limbs
……….(call to arms, to arms!);
climb into the dangers of her flesh and blood.

Case her joints for soul-sinew and
wander-why.

Stop yourself from breathing.
Stop your heart from waning.
Stop your own rotation.

Watch her
fly.

 

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Poetic Asides April PAD Challenge, day 23

 

 

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3 Responses to Mooning {again}

  1. Love how you ended this piece.

  2. Mandie Hines says:

    Oh, how I loved the momentum of this piece!

  3. Shawna says:

    “secret her against your skin” … Beautiful.

    WOW: “She is the running of the wolves,
    is the shaking of the photograph”

    “Thread your fingers through her gold” … Gorgeous.

    “climb into the dangers of her flesh and blood” … Good heavens, that digs into me, hard.

    “Case her joints for soul-sinew and wander-why.
    Stop yourself from breathing.” … Sheesh.

    Of course I’m giggling over “Watch her / fly.” 🙂

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