Wednesday, 8 April 2015

NaPoWriMo 8



The moon is not so very far
from the sea in stargazing terms.
They, by cosmic ratios, almost touch.
So proximate, they may as well
be making love,
fingers of impetuous sea, fizzing
at the touch of his melty moon.



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