Endymion Song

The moon
is a group
of bright white
cross hatched
chevrons in blackened water,
like the shine
of sweat
that glistens
between
a woman’s
breasts.
A finger print
sings to me
sweetly.
In pure white.
it greets me
and comes
ever closer,
entreats me,
to look past
the milky glow
on the water’s
naked, dark
and navy flesh,
far past the horizon,
up to the
hanging
pendant laughing
in the evening sky ..

From “No Subject Here Just Light” by PWChaltas