Cashmere Moon
A story in three parts: How it ends, the in-between, and a new beginning...
By Ángel SierraPublished 4 years ago • Updated 4 years ago • 1 min read
A fiery, wool moon among shadows and smoke, cozy and full.
Act II
Silk, satin, velvet.
Nightfall draws a cashmere moon.
Hold a flame to it.
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Then I
Behind velvet drapes
Soft as grapes, you pick and pull
For his dirt left stains.
•
Put on your silk slip—
The charming man's but a boy—
Liquid to the touch.
•
"If I had a dime...
"Your oxygen would run out."
Spoiled, A satin rose.
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And III
I call on the Witch...
Goddess scorched in No Man's Land.
By oceans, She's Wind.
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Ángel Sierra
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