Silver Sickle Of The Moon: (Slick Sable Lips Iii) {for H.B.} Poem by Shane Markie

Silver Sickle Of The Moon: (Slick Sable Lips Iii) {for H.B.}

'Thoughts of death
Crowd over my happiness
Like dark clouds
Over the silver sickle of the moon.'
~STERLING A. BROWN~

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I jumped over
the silver sickle
of the moon
& into your
waiting arms again

I was merely
a rose wilting
in summer's heat
with autumn's arrival
rose petals fall
whispered breezes from

slick sable lips

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