Night’s nimble fingers drag the sun over the horizon
Like a predator hoarding its prey out of sight.
The sun, in its helplessness, bleeds the sky.
Romantics bask in its wounds,
Admiring its shades of anguish.
Uninhibited, the full moon bends her face
And recklessly plunges her velvet tongue through the sky,
Bruising the boy… with a kiss.


Author: Lea

Whether it's fine dining on discourse or nibbling on morsels of delectable villanelles, I appreciate good company, good wine, and a stunning backdrop. I am a mom, tiny houser, vegetarian (flirting with veganism), and a minimalist. I'm a wild woman in a mad world and an explorer of the unexpected.

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