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Christina
Moon
New Star
there’s a new star tonight
born in the cerulean
winter light
moon falling
in lemon segments
through dark peel
I thought to look upon
the polished rosewood
of your skin one last time
into the basin of space
blackest place
your eyes
circlets
of solitaires dance
a brilliant pathway
where we used to drift together
arm in arm
shadowed with each other's scent
your mind
all that I required
desired, the flavour soft
like solar rain
wings a shade of lightlessness
folded round me, feathers swept on nakedness
the first white blossom bloods the stem of winter's
bough
morning wakens to the blushing green of spring
it is a season of renewal
and I
will never show you this
Orange
is the colour of trouble,
a warning to be still
and look around you
for the hunter's pit
beneath a carpet of leaves,
the cliff edge
behind a screen of trees.
The sleeper stirs and turns,
unaware that love has left
in the early hours of dark,
unconscious of the cooling
pool of sheet beside him.
In his dream the sky is alight
with carrot coloured flames
of angel hair.
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