Ghost Moth Poem by james watkin

Ghost Moth



Even the shadows are lovely
Threading as I do
A moonlit access through them.
Dance-ready, in setting up
Courting's web-time view!

More a night, summer ghosted
Warm-pale of herb's gloss
Of what, warm-pale honied shakes.
My pant's prank! Passions, white-hot.
Passions winging toss.

Friday, March 22, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: night
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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