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Waxing (Poetic?)

On your full moon night:

I marvel at how
You entrance

Blemishless, distant,
I think.
Yet, I know, fact says different.
I’d rather be poetic-
For nothing else can I be
When you adorn in
Simple gold.
Tonight, I shall enslave
Myself, in you.
You make me think in clichés
In much-used, oft forgotten similes
All revived, when you finally come
Into your own
Every twenty-eight days
That’s an interesting number
Veiled in references of a vulnerability-
Veiled in- and from.
Beauty that must be hidden;
But can never be held back,
So you tell me
As you climb, in your
Slow orbit.
Only, today we are in orbit-
Awed by your magnificence.
And so, you out-climb
Out-shine those grey wisps
That would confine.
For how do they know-
From you, off you, shines
That brightness – which,
No matter how they try-
They never shall steal.
Not tonight.
And, as brighter yet
You pour your light-
Lighter yet, my heart is…
Pushing aside
Clinging cobwebs
Of an oppressed, submissive me.
Shine on, dear heart-
And so shall I.
This night.
19 September, 2013
When the full moon shone, on 19th Sept, 2013, dispelling those grey grey clouds; and I could not help but wax eloquent 🙂
Photographs credit: Moi! 😆
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