12 April, 2016

Day 12: Citrus

Brightly lit jewels weep phantoms
loved by the Moon
Tart affections are planted by stars
dripping and mysterious, enchanted by secrets entombed

The smooth, spherical skin of potential energy
is salty and falls into the heart,
next to pink lungs that write in laughter
Not quite viridian: this verve is a jolt

Gifts of science and fate choose carefully
There are granules of salt encrusted
Bitter hesitations are avoided
They do not match the kind greens

Jewels carried under the Moon
accent truths unspoken, sitting quietly, yellowed
They are bound together, balanced
All the silences are perfect

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