Friday The 13th
 by Teri Sharp
Friday the 13th is a date most mortals fear;
But for me, it seems to bring the goddess near.
Her symbol, the moon, floats low in the darkened sky;
Black clouds surround her like wings, ready to fly.
'Tis no "Man in the Moon", but "The Lady" - how do I know?
I can see her pearly smile, her luminescent glow,
The starless sky blankets her in his velvet embrace;
She floats into his arms, burying her face.
Desirous of privacy, she's escaped from human eyes,
Yet her ecstasy can be heard in the wind, full of sighs.
I can still envision her secret smile, and hear her airy moans,
In anticipation of natures synchronicity, with velvet undertones.
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