Full Moon

White shards seep through slits of woven palm fronds. The roof, the sky.
The bounteous moon resplendent for her sun-slaked skin. The hoot, the hiss.
Diurnal life in a virtual world reserved for lovers. A breath, a breeze.
Her twin fawns blush and burn for the Herder’s kiss. She pines, she sighs.

Fatima Lasay, San Roque
Saturday, March 15, 2014

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