Spiro Keats

∴ moonlight, soaked in sweat— aching seeps within the bones mojo darts through gloom ∴  https://poetryandphoto.wordingway.com/mojo/

Time and Again . . . I mistook the lover for the love, the honey for its sweetness, the starlight for its shimmer. If there be grace, may I, at last, distinguish the Divinity within my perception of god. *Originally published within The Braided Way .