Three Fingers Of Moonlight Poem by Moko Yromem

Three Fingers Of Moonlight



She was weeping
the cloth brought back from her face
revealing tears
He, with a handful of sand
wondering...where to pour it

In her teeth
his flesh
Howled at midnight
like a fanatic peacock in bloom

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