Friday, August 26, 2011

What The Moon Brings

What the moon brings is a maiden,
Diamond-eyed and flaxen-haired,
Body bursting with a glowing spill of milk,
And an expectant mouth.
She does not make small talk.
She waits for me to speak and dances
On sparkling moon-drops of light.
She sits with me and sprinkles

The stars upon my tongue.