Fertile Secrecy

Cool and soft-edged
afternoon – lit as if
some mesh of silk

detail had woven
itself into green-pearl
robes a sun could wear –

to dare in day to play
a moon – pale and porous –
quiet, private, glorious –

ballooning gently into
something almost
too enticing to be borne:

oh, if fertile secrecy
like this might rule
your forlorn heart! –

delectably direct
its hum and buzz.
Today it almost does.

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