...confess nothing, bella luna...
2.13 s/b
quick silver moonglade
a cat body shadow stretched
in liquid, there; gone
such moments laid bare, lovers
confess nothing; keep secrets
those golden moments
will not tarnish the true faith
of those now widowed
who are we to judge memory
confess nothing; keep secrets
in the liquid blood
that might have created a
new generation
©JP/dh
2.13.15
Moonrise, by D.H. Lawrence
And who has seen the moon, who has not seen
Her rise from out the chamber of the deep,
Flushed and grand and naked, as from the chamber
Of finished bridegroom, seen her rise and throw
Confession of delight upon the wave,
Littering the waves with her own superscription
Of bliss, till all her lambent beauty shakes towards us
Spread out and known at last, and we are sure
That beauty is a thing beyond the grave,
That perfect, bright experience never falls
To nothingness, and time will dim the moon
Sooner than our full consummation here
In this odd life will tarnish or pass away.
Love the mysterious aura of your post - very Moon-like. The repetition is mesmerizing, "confess nothing; keep secrets.."
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