By D. R. DiFrancesco
The blue moon’s warmth
Draws out man’s primal urges
Seeding lust and love.
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Love’s tempest…flowers
Brilliantly in early spring
Pollinating zeal.
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Love, tender and sweet
Caresses my troubled heart
Putting me at ease.
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Do not condemn me
For flaws in my character
I am imperfect.
