Sola Luna
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the moonlight dance
upon her velvet skin
down to the forest floors
in the cold autumn night
when he sought gentle warmth
between her rosebud lips
as she touched his heartstrings
with her electric fingertips
and drank poetry
straight from his lips;
she left him speechless
so he made her howl
entwined, to the depths of their soul
and she made him growl
before the moon grew dimmer
and darker shade of magic fade
before old owl went back to its roost
and the morning birds sang to the Sylvan
Gods
before fox spirit of Sigyn
stopped chasing light and shadow
and the olde mage woke up to bless their
kin.
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golden fallin’ leaves stopped in midair
and tale of deep forest were told
by moonstruck lovers eyes
before magic hour started floating away
and left nothing but her sweet musk scent
embedded in his dew-drenched skin.
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11.19
Pic: ©Shelby Robinson