April 17, 2021
BY Jenni Astramowicz0
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the moon
rose
by any other name
blushes big
on the horizon's cheek
like a libertine lazing in post coital bliss
Shattered
crystal
beneath
her webbed winter shoes
each step
echoing
over nibs and tips
a blade
red
with want
glistening in her hand
Her voice
trembles
and
cracks
as she cries out
Please
come back
dive
down
low
into her depths
Take a gander
at the gilded bloom
lain before you
she sucks
her mouth
soft and wet
Make the sugar
melt
you know
the way
NaPoWriMo Day 17
* Inspired by the prompt to write about the moon
*https://www.almanac.com/content/full-moon-april
