October Sky

Darkness clings as the scent of a lady’s perfume

On the breeze, softly padding by, her skirts rustling like palm fronds

The night is sultry

Sly silver smile of moon beckons from behind the shear veil of an Autumn mist

Then one by one like Salome, she sheds October cloud

Till her wicked grin flashes nakedly in the dark

 

I smile back at her

Filling my eyes as I would two cups of clean water

If I were stranded in a desert

 

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