tentacle 3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ hers

russian matchbook cover, early 20th century
russian matchbook cover, early 20th century

 

Alexandria evaporated in flame

(Cleo’s consort turned out to be

the wrong reptile,

entirely).

 

Embers of knowing take flight;

dancing in starlight,

bounding across desert sands,

(a final gambol through

flowered fields)

and settling in, on the Peninsula.

 

They burn slowly, on the Moor.

 

Wisdom of every love prior lived,

is a Siren song

to the Moth;

she gasps with the blood-pulse to her wings

and curls into a smoldering embrace,

finding a Universe

unified

once again.

 

©OneLittleFishie2015

 

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