Blackened Seeds

A hot body 
was a hymn to the night. 
 
I will drink 
the moonlight.
 
In December─ 
a poem? Words freeze 
 
in full bloom. The 
corona becomes blue. 
 
A rose bud breached. 
Beast was out.

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