The RainbowD.H. Lawrence
She turned, and saw a great white moon looking at her over the hill. And her breast opened to it, she was cleaved like a transparent jewel to its light. She stood filled with the full moon, offering herself. Her two breasts opened to make way for it, her body opened wide like a quivering anemone, a soft, dilated invitation touched by the moon. She wanted the moon to fill in to her, she wanted more, more communion with the moon, consummation....She stood for some moments out in the overwhelming luminosity of the moon. She seemed a beam of gleaming power. She was afraid of what she was.
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moonlight ribbon on the darkened sea
new path to unknown shores of sand n rock
unseen
for now imaginings
alone prevail
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leanings on the rail of ancient dreams
a ship
that trips and glides the silken waves
of longing for the new
crisp winds!
the words must now be spoken
close to each companion’s ear
where breath felt syllables
scent of skin
n minting rush of knowing
leans within a gentle reach
but never breeched
for want of steady stride
aloft this vessel
sails to keep the momentum
toward the never port
treasured cargo
seeding nations
riding both tempest and calm
for the pure joy of it all
from
veils of the
southern cross to
northern peacocks tail
curtains of color
announcing the magnet and the chain
full circle found
through mobius mortal
thought to be extinct
steady as she goes
creating wake
with the force of air
willing captive to the golden mean
full sail for countless final voyages
open
not empty
vessel
not cistern
instrument of the muses
not pawn of the fates
forming the world we thrust our hearts toward
embarking
fearless
to the countries of the summer skies

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