Sola Luna

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the moonlight dance

upon her velvet skin

down to the forest floors

in the cold autumn night

when he sought gentle warmth

between her rosebud lips

as she touched his heartstrings

with her electric fingertips

and drank poetry

straight from his lips;

she left him speechless

so he made her howl

entwined, to the depths of their soul

and she made him growl

before the moon grew dimmer

and darker shade of magic fade

before old owl went back to its roost

and the morning birds sang to the Sylvan

Gods

before fox spirit of Sigyn

stopped chasing light and shadow

and the olde mage woke up to bless their

kin.

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golden fallin’ leaves stopped in midair

and tale of deep forest were told

by moonstruck lovers eyes

before magic hour started floating away

and left nothing but her sweet musk scent

embedded in his dew-drenched skin.

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Pic: ©Shelby Robinson