of fireside dancing
fades out to the desert horizon,
night sky,
a serpents tongue
encased in gold;
silver dripping off the moon
@ a steady pace
molting over my upturned face,
my shoulders,
my hair & breasts
like the serene kiss
of midnight
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| Linda Wandt | |||||||||
| elaborate scenes of fireside dancing fades out to the desert horizon, night sky, a serpents tongue encased in gold; silver dripping off the moon @ a steady pace molting over my upturned face, my shoulders, my hair & breasts like the serene kiss of midnight |
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