The reddening across the blue moon
Rarer than blue moon, the purple moon
I picture you, my Moon-Muse,
Milky, cream-eyed, sloshed across the silver river
You painted that slice of heaven crimson
Sprinkled like Saffron,
You make me breathe in the blue moon’s chemistry as it’s heady, leathery
Honey, tar notes hit the mist, peppery
Like the kisses you peppered against me
That full blitz of unwavering attacks
Hit my senses, I’m in overdrive
The reddening swathes the blue,
It churns and compresses
It’s lunar new, and cosmic sunshine brand
Somehow influenced by your musical wink,
And I cannot blink,
It’s the rarest sight of all,
It’s the plum moon,
Deep down, like the inhale of God,
And I bend down to kiss your lashes,
Milky Way, I swerve but cannot help but notice your luminous new celestial frame,
Covered in reddening, honey twilight stars.
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your use of language and imagery is thoughtful and delightful. it feels like citrus.