The Poetry Corner

Moonrock

By Paul Cameron Brown

She wears a cat encrusted T-shirt & panties with L*O*V*E guarding the Paradise door & when balm of night casts shadows, her face is moonrock distant to mysterious down storybook crags; her darling form cloaked in twilight garments of an inky earth. Gates of Venus, . . . as if feline whiskers whispered, wan cat eyes in amber dark glowed pale honey in alchemy or blur of soft movement was caress to stars' elopement with the sky. This woman summons fire, stokes furnaces to quicken parchment leaves of flame-thick desire, honed soft on ripples skin tones were curvaceous drift of oars, vivacious breast on buttock's door, more moisture bead holding regal court, this prance down wet & downy stair. Rain is a swift messenger paw prints with descent of night where moon becomes a plaything of clouds' passion, and pincushion upward surge of clammy earth.