Citron

Floating.

Ocean dream, sacred possessor of my veins.
Ocean dream, mystic dragon,
everything unravels
in this haunted opera.
Women, eyes euphoric, green, orange.
 Hair
black and golden.
Rain dance.
Venus and her suitor, Neptune.
Moonshine, countless castles,
open fields of branchless
black trees
ripe
with lush citrons,
saturated with yellow.
Startled,
this vision regresses,
the bowstring forceless,
floor of arrows.
Reality invoke itself,
chatteringly.

~ by Aquatic Poetry on February 24, 2012.

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