What was about this face?
Between mirage and actuality...
I have agreed to cede
an unwritten moon...
Looking around for a loop of light,
a captive throws out his...
After the moon
it was an unkempt night...
You were half-crazy
saving little buds...
He was not ready
for a stash of negligees...
Would not wear
the seasoned face...
It is.
An explosive denial...
A clear atmosphere surrounding the highest peaks,
A breath of fresh air inhaled in an ambient aura...
It was
a graceful exit...
It was a summer night.
A windswept moonbeam...
Daylight's
Retreating skies...