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october moon standing silver libra (Liebfraumilch) orbit owl rolling illumination cold serene eternal
Oh, oh, OH my October moon
your orbit brings orgasmic vibrations
to earth, sea, and sky
Your exhalation is both hot and cold
early morning breath with icy crystals you paint;
By late afternoon everything with gold you burnish
You change my visual focus with one stroke of your brush
once serene and soothing; hills of green velvet
now standing ablaze with aspen's illuminating color
Oh, oh, OH my October moon
thank you for turning down the covers earlier each night
and allowing us to slumber until morning brings light
I succumb like the hillside as you harvest my gold
yet you preserve my silver for your own eternal arms
and change clusters of warm green grapes into Liebfraumilch
October moon let down your rains; your copious showers
because you leave me like a forest fire; spent and breathless
but oh, OH so ready to do it all over again
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