Ann Mortifee Poetry: In the Garden of Apollo

IN THE GARDEN OF APOLLO
by Ann Mortifee

It was raining among the moonlit sheets
The midnight fell like ancient waters
On the dimpled dappled earth
Silver
Deer light
Fingerprints on skin
Sacred fire
To waiting loins

Her bangles tinkle
In the sea breeze night
His eyes
Golden as the molten abyss
Breathe hot melon and the stars
And far away
The murmurings
Of another world

Apollo is wandering the garden
And all her would be
Separate female stance
Is lost among his falling curls
And silent
Laughtered kiss.

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