Magic Once MoreA Poem by David Scott
Blue moonlight is rare.
I remember a cobalt moon, when tidal passions bathed, azure souls reflecting euphoric rapture. Captured in every day luminescence, I am magical and perfectly white, spellbound in the golden orb of night. Contently striding weather worn trails, following unrest to my reflecting pool, needing conformation I am simply a man. At my invitation, she is graciously present, accepting the blossom of the purple lotus, embracing me in pleasures of the goddess. In her eyes I see she knows the man, singing gently to me, enchanted whispers, sustaining me until the sapphire moon gleams once more. © 2014 David ScottAuthor's Note
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