Three wishes emerge from clouds
in a melody of moon light
on a lonely side of what
could be called the junction of life
a body of words bubble
in shudders of sighs
promised under stars
sealed in soft chambers
moving across blue-silver skies
a silent stillness hangs on the edge of dark
buried beneath swaying sea shores
behind bottled emotion and small smiles
eyes shine like liquid gold
in the pattern of half moons
a breath inside night sealed into
pieces of tomorrow
like a forbidden apple plucked from the
hands of Satan himself
language crashes against bare skin
sinning secretly in painted words
of rocking rhythm
…sublime in exhales of cold breath
with goosebumps of no resistance
~Becky Zoch~5/28/08
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