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in the ecstacy of the moonWhitish gray pieces of torn veils Whirl and spin the light heavens It’s warm and calm We’ll have some wine Drawn from the palms Then take a stroll It’s an ecstatic night Boom! Boom! Boom! I can hear the mabumbumbu, Follow me beyond that lagoon I want to welcome the moon It’s been saum mak’bul Tomorrow we are feasting a bull Days are gone These of self-denial and sacrifice We could not feel us We could not hold We were all cold You yearned And I craved But, we, Held. in the ecstasy of the moon come.., wrestle me to the ground untill my spine embrace the silver sands so I release these long held silver springs take me back to my old heavens. Blessingtone. © 10/2006 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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