his linen song in half-light cast her
swallowed by the burn and sway
in cashmere waves on alabaster
unbound in time that’s turning faster
midnight climbs upon the day
his linen song in half-light cast her
their shadows dance on lath and plaster
straddled bare and mirrored grey
two cashmere waves on alabaster
a blinding flight that pulling past her
strumming fingers circle play
his linen song in half-light cast her
collapsing images may capture
scale the walls in rhythm they
turn cashmere waves on alabaster
as beauty’s spun in Black and rapture
silhouettes beneath the fray
his linen song in half-light cast her
in cashmere waves on alabaster
– Christi Moon
© Christi Moon, All rights reserved
An excellent villanelle and a wondefful spin. Well crafted, Chrisit.
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