Patti Masterman


The Skin - Poem by Patti Masterman

the skin of a calm moon nightly leads
the depths far movements of conformity
with fission’d eyes to plumb the deeps
and the fishes secrets, keep

riding purple oceans of new born rain
whose curtain baffles blue skies again
weaving down and up, upon each sea
whose howling our continuity

washing, washing down the dust
stirring up the tidal lusts

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, June 4, 2011


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