I'm naked as a jaybird beneath the autumn moon
My arms thrown wide to the winter wind
My eyes upon the summer sky
My heart sweet full of the bloom of spring
And in time, all shall be revealed
My heart will be opened to the winter of your stare
My soul will draw me into you, beneath your summer skin
My spirit will lie within your faery-spring embrace
And I will be as naked as a jaybird beneath the autumn moon
You will see....
A contest entry
- Does your muse need to work out? by Randomly Beautiful.
400 points, ended July 29, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Nice thoughts and images here to ponder. Thank you for the entry.

