Tuesday, February 11, 2014
The Coldness Of The Night / I Drop My Clothes Standing / Outside A Shiver Runs Through / I Make Love To The Clear Moon
The Coldness Of The Night
I Drop My Pajamas Down
Clumped Round My Ankles
Warmed While I Inhale The
Blasts Of Cold Bathed Now
Moonlight's Brightness The
Almost Round Moon It Is
As It Was Last Night A
Magnificent Magnet A Draw
A Blast Of Warmth To Hold
Me While I It In Silent To
Spoke The Silent Language
Of Love & Longing Of A
Unrequited Painful Wanting
Thinking Constant Of That
Person Now Missing Starkly
Delineated So By The Silhouettes
Of Gold Moon & Gold Twinklings
From Few Radiant Stars Above
I Loved My View I Held Myself
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