MonarchA Poem by Moonie
We sit on the teetering edge
of the city, intertwining blanched knuckles. A dream scenario that drifts on ghost wings like a skeletal butterfly on chemtrails along the lines of your tattooed forearm. There's heaven in you, racing waves crash so pure and blue against rocky coves and dot-blotted flower valleys where the wind's full of perfume. You're a golden god, forever enchanting with hair a flaxen forest of elven secrets, wild eyed, strutting across crayoned badlands in the moonlight sonata, claiming my memories and desires like a monarch.
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9 Reviews Added on September 2, 2022 Last Updated on September 2, 2022 Tags: love. poem, poetry, monarch AuthorMoonieAboutIf you're a dreamer, come in If you're a dreamer, a wisher, a liar A hope er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer, If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire For we have some flax-golden tales to spin .. more..Writing
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