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by Frank on September 23, 2009 · 2 comments

in Art, Frank, On Love, Peace, Poetry, Spirit, Uncategorized

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The moon dropped her clothes into
the garden pond, and utterly enchanted with
love for her
I swallowed the sky.
It tasted like rain
and wine
and dandelions
and babies
and made my heart
smile like the sun.

moon-garden

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1 Kim Krause BergNo Gravatar September 24, 2009 at 11:01 am

There’s a scene in Cat People where she walks in the moonlight nude, with her cat spirit. To this day, one of the most sensual scenes I’ve seen. Your poem reminded of it :)

2 FrankNo Gravatar September 24, 2009 at 11:03 am

One of my favorite movies, and I remember that scene, too. :-)

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