My Coquette
Dances in
The moon
Softly
Half lit heavy hung
Appearing in
An afternoon sky
For only those who know
For her treasured who look
Will see
Her
Cleverly crafting
Her
Stealthy smile
For them
Fozen in
A subtle grin
That only she knows
That only she shines
Upon her beloved
Whom she calls
Who are enthralled
To see
And bask
In the tendril truth glimmering
In her shimmering
Reflection light
But who’s light
Reflects the life that
Emboldens
To dance
In the half light of an Afternoon
sky
My Coquette
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