Crescent moon eyes
\ngold eyeliner eyes
\none look and your
\ncatapulted
\nto the skies
\non a gilded besoms
\nspell driven, where we
\ncan siphon, citrine
\nand pretend we are free<\/p>\n
free to sup pomegranite
\nfrom a straw
\nand kiss my pentacle
\nthat I, love more
\nbeing charged, it for me
\nrepresents Goddess C
\nwho glides on her own besom
\nin front of me<\/p>\n
in the, hand rolled incense
\nimmersed in it, I
\ndance in the resinous smoke
\nwhich is why
\nmy alveolus softens
\nand gently creates
\na mirage effect
\nthat just permeates
\nthroughout my body
\nand makes me high<\/p>\n
those eyes
\njust meander
\nI’m lost in their power
\nunconscious to life
\naround me this hour
\nbreathless and eager
\ndelirously
\nthe ardour is present
\ninside of me<\/p>\n
radiant princess
\nenchantress to me
\npainstaking light forces
\nour destiny
\nis sought and is possibly
\ndesirable too
\nwhere the rich cherry blossom
\nhides wonders anew<\/p>\n
where pea green bamboo
\nmakes a spirited bow
\ncurling itself
\nand proving just how
\nit can glide it can wave
\nin the forests so green
\nwhere the wild birds do sing
\nand where many have been<\/p>\n
to the ends of the earth
\nunderneath the vast veil
\nwhere sweethearts can
\nhold hands and follow the trail
\nto somewhere, where great Oaks
\nlay down their great boughs
\nor cover our heads
\nas we walk through the showers <\/p>\n
Under a silver moon
\nHecate, she
\nbestows on us magical powers
\nconstantly
\nI follow her, she just
\nencourages me
\nto hold my pentacle
\nand just to be<\/p>\n
calm for to panic
\nat this juncture might
\nmean I could lose her
\nand when I lose sight
\nof my Goddess C
\nwhen the golden moon sighs
\nthats when the qi I have left
\nups and dies<\/p>\n
crescent moon eyes
\ngold eyeliner eyes
\na skin that is soaked
\nin the oils from the skies
\nfrom the seas from the air
\nevery cell makes me feel
\nthat this goddess truly
\nis so very real<\/p>\n
I cannot imagine
\na time when my eyes
\ncould not feast upon her
\nand so realise
\nher bloom and her softness
\nher freshness her light
\nthat encourages snowdrops
\nto always be white
\nto peep from the shadows
\nand glance at the sun
\nand reap showers of snow
\nlike they always have done.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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