ca. 5 a.m.


The moon goads me tonight
she knows I am Ripe
She sits for me
in a grey sky
a juicy grapefruit
Pink with Possibilities
- Oh luscious one - (I lament)
that, I, your devoted daughter
may only serve you
with grace, courage and joy
-Blessed be the fruit - (She beams)
of all thy good intentions.

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