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chaste

by Maria Massarella

when last we
conversed
the moon
and i
we watched
listened
to each other
and si
i fell in
to a contro
versial thought
that played hide
and seek
tweaked
a smile to upper
curve my lips
when perched up
on a nauti
cal cloud the
moon shimmered
relentless
tease
and our re
flections
duelled the
night in
silvered
earthescence
a connected
ness divine
mirrored
glows






*m.a


08/01/2009

Author's Note: draftinglows

Posted on 08/01/2009
Copyright © 2023 Maria Massarella

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/01/09 at 02:42 AM

Flight of fancy or fantasy assits in keeping a youthful perspective. Moondancer among the stars; whispers of merriment, pleasure, and song play her contentedly, unerringly along.

Posted by A. Paige White on 08/01/09 at 03:37 AM

Chaste and chased by the glow of a beautiful moondancer. Beautiful honey glow, Maria. Beautiful!

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/01/09 at 05:08 AM

What a lovely conversation. You and moonspeak.

Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/01/09 at 10:34 PM

Moonwatcher Moonlover... you cast your fine silvery glow upon us so lovely and comely your wordvisage... I feel reflected-on. Looking forward to the clouds lifting and a walk at night.

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