The lunar orb frozen night outlaw
shot down by asteroid flung from
angel’s sublime sling a love supreme
a fallen star from the house of Neruda
Siren of Titan throws down romantic
rhymes from the sensual world for all
below look out look up look far to see
shooting stars go down Milky Ways
To thrill to chill spine and in between
from sin to redemption and mysteries
not to mention the solemn scenes on
pillows of dreams of the look of love
As real as the shadow of her smile torn
thigh high by the light of liquid moon
that returns from tripping around Saturn
seen in the twinkle twinkle of dark eyes
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