Lune Rousse (April Moon)

Cherry sky eye,
You are a knoll;
Green beauty,
No starlit rose
Move the night
Clothe.

Roll onward,
The rich blue
Of mid-dark
Lune rousse,
Thick belladonna
Of divine enclosure.

Swollen mouth,
I plea, cup heavy lips,
Spill forth merciful
Wish. Some love.
Swift into me now.
Before the shine
Does
Leave.

Before I
Cave
In dire
Need.

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