Luna

Silver moon in my life:

I feel her in my mind,

even from under a roof_ a plate,

or eye, staring always

down, open only seldom

but often a wink. Our

fragrant love making  in my sleep

an illuminati secret I

keep. Her hair falls

milky down the sky;

Flora know her face,

seek ambrosia from her breath.

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