as i dove into the moon,
her waters splashed
all over the sky.
sensually bathing
in her light
stripped me of my
earthly skin and spun
my soul into fine golden
thread. for a few moments,
i shone beautifully as i
cometed clear across
the jet sky; thereafter
being known as
perfume of nightfall.
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
26apr08
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