November Full Moon

Tonight, the full moon is my lover,

Traveling with me from BART to my home,

A tangle of silvery light,

Winding it’s way like cigarette smoke,

Shining around my body.

 

Moon rays float down,

Wrap around my arms and cheeks,

White lace, white ribbons,

A wispy coolness,

Holding me with her radiance. 

About Avery Cassell

Avery Cassell is a queer butch San Francisco writer, poet, cartoonist, and artist who grew up in Iran.
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5 Responses to November Full Moon

  1. malcolmjames says:

    Delightful.

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  2. Paul says:

    That is very beautiful and full of subtle light, Birdie.

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  3. ulla says:

    i wish i knew you.

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  4. birdielou says:

    Thanks Ulla…your sentiment is so sweet. I hope all is well across the ocean.

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  5. ulla says:

    sweet? SWEET? bah … sweet … *mutter* ;p

    all’s ok thanks :)

    Like

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