Of the Moon

The dark side of the moon begins
to take a shape and form,
carnally exposing deep desire
that haunts the sense of day with fire,
bleeding into skies of endless space
ultimately placed within each cell
where darkness spins itself alive.

As the light arises once again
and shines the deep of ebony to sleep,
reposing in the keep of embryonic sensitivity;
where vast expression waits its time to be -
and being, frees itself from all insanity.

For the dark side of the moon begins
just where the glow of loving ends
seeking for its other side
to light eternity . . .

? Michaelette ?

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