Moreover, The Moon --- Poem by Mina Loy

Moreover, The Moon ---

Rating: 4.8


Face of the skies
preside
over our wonder.

Fluorescent
truant of heaven
draw us under.

Silver, circular corpse
your decease
infects us with unendurable ease,

touching nerve-terminals
to thermal icicles

Coercive as coma, frail as bloom
innuendoes of your inverse dawn
suffuse the self;
our every corpuscle become an elf.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brian Jani 04 May 2014

I like how you wrote this poem Mina

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Goldy Locks 18 January 2007

white-hot. chocolate. cause it's that good. SusxGLx

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