By Nikki Quismondo
the midnight’s confessions,
fractured, shaken into a billion stars...
your tongue dips into my sparkling sonata
orbiting into the salubrious effect of infused honeysuckle lyrics...
private spaces, curved valleys,
arrangements of your splendid moonlight flavors,
dance upon the planetary night...
the moon’s hilarious appetite,
biting into apples and sexy spices
of your September radiance...
fills my mouth with soaked flowers...
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