this night of full moon,
a girl whispered a rune
into the fullness of night.
the shadowed words glid
from her whispering mouth
and hung as a feather on air.
they danced in seduction,
black and blue manipulation
as beauty moved into the rune.
the sky shivered its fate,
faded `n` folded to create
and then burst into lights of the moon.
there is much to be said
about the silent instead
with their intrigue and masculine leash.
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
11jan10
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