Tonight’s moon, its catchy grin open mouthed and charming Light slashes her legs. She is halved, but no cathedrals, just bare skin and sweat’s bloody tickle and then, through the open window the tingling seep of washerwomen their bright hands cooler than coins on forehead, hip and thigh. I will call you, grins the moon blowing kisses shaped like pineapples and she sinks warmly into yellow.
Into Yellow
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Out of the Cave 
their bright hands
cooler than coins
on forehead, hip and thigh.
Wonderful!!
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Thanks Bob!
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Love each verse! The yellow is so inviting here! 💛
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Many thanks, Tricia! 😊
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Beautiful imagery, worms. The “pineapple kisses” being a favorite of course, but the entire piece has such magical lunar/yonic energy. A piece to remember. I’ve bookmarked it.
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Oh thank you. I am so glad you liked it. I wrote it on my phone when I was on the cusp of sleep. When I looked at it this morning, I still liked it and hardly changed it at all.
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This is so surreal, I don’t understand it, but the imagery is so beautiful that I just don’t care.
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I am glad you found something to like. I wrote it when I was already nearly asleep. It’s really just about lying in the moonlight and the temperature vagaries of chemo-induced menopause. LOL. But it’s mixed up with a few other things going on in my head too.
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No, it’s lovely. Seriously. We don’t always need to understand something to love it to bits. Take Mrs H. for instance! 😂
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🙂
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Quite beautiful in a warm glowing way. My bright yellow crocuses opened today, which put a spring in my step.
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Lovely!
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I really like this! The personification and the sensuality work so well
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Many thanks!
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