Bathing in the
Light of an untouchable sky
Her pretty whispers,
Slip from her lips
And into the night air.

The moon yields to her,
Like a lover and
Reaches down to
Caress her skin,
Touch every part of her
And immortalize her whispers
In the stars above.

With tender strokes
And tiny prayers,
She gives herself to the Moon.
For this is not submission
Or acquiescence.

This is worship,
From one to the other.
This is beauty and kismet.
This is destiny and death.
This is love,
In its purest form.

Art: Unknown/Pinterest
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Prompt: “Bronze/Submission”
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Published by Kim V Poetry

I've always had a passion for writing. In this crazy world that we live in, I find my solace in made up words and make believe stories. Let's escape into the void and forget about it all just for a moment or two.

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