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| Courtesy of Pixabay |
Under golden moonlight
slowly peel the layers of
my protective husk
revealing my silky fibers
shucking away insecurities
swooning in the maze
of September's desire
listening to the crows
serenade
whisper buttery poetry
to my awaiting ear
melt with me into the
kernel of sweet
surrender...
sharing with
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author's note: I was looking
at the corn moon the other
night and poetry evolved