Written in late 1979 as the poet witnessed moonlight falling across the naked form of his first wife, Jan (Valkyrie).
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the shameless moon, illuminating all
the sins I imagined with you.
scheming, dreaming of the frail silk
made window to the touch of my eyes
as you crossed the room into my arms.
into my soul.
into my night.
and I thanked the moon
for the pale blue curve of your breasts.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.