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June 10, 2026
More in Poetry moon hue
moon hue
I want to dip my hands in moon and paint you with winter ivory.
slip slivers of night along legs
brush eyes and cheek and chin with thin, white light.
desire drawn over shadow soft shade,
fingertips on lips,
crescent full and new.
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