Detached Poem by Vienna Cree
Detached
Shine the moon upon you skin,
and kiss the ripples and life between them.
To have and to hold.
A corner and nothing but streetlight fold.
Used and old.
To show her where she could be,
as lilyed lilacs scraped her face.
As her heart soothes and begins to race.
The monk smiles at want and cringes at need...
Where is she falling?
To swear suitors every night..
to relive it during closed eyes.
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8/28/2026 4:16:35 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Nice shining lines, cute meaningful words, really a well written poem.10.