New Poem
The third moon rises on Jupiter
Time is lost in translation
But the moonlight reminds me of her
Like a whole springtime season, her
Vivacity blooms in organic spectrums
Spinning unconscious in the depths of her
Voice-
I, like the shadow that consumes me,
Glow brighter in her presence
Struck by brilliance from which I cannot hide
Dive head-first into palliative soul light
Disguised as skin: Her
Body fits perfectly twisting with mine
Flesh upon flesh in familiar fashion
My hands ache to touch
Softest softness of divinity
She is the reincarnation of Jupiter’s third moon
My heart flies eternally with hers
Time is lost in translation
But the moonlight reminds me of her
Like a whole springtime season, her
Vivacity blooms in organic spectrums
Spinning unconscious in the depths of her
Voice-
I, like the shadow that consumes me,
Glow brighter in her presence
Struck by brilliance from which I cannot hide
Dive head-first into palliative soul light
Disguised as skin: Her
Body fits perfectly twisting with mine
Flesh upon flesh in familiar fashion
My hands ache to touch
Softest softness of divinity
She is the reincarnation of Jupiter’s third moon
My heart flies eternally with hers