Cinnamon Tree
She leans back
against the cinnamon tree
and raises a supple arm
to the blue-black sky.
Moonlight drips like milk
from her fingertips,
down the smooth darkness
of her arm.
Frangipani is on the air,
carried by a breeze
that whispers in her
jeweled ear.
Her black eyes flash
in the night, and she's
leaning back against
the cinnamon tree,
drinking up the moonlight.
"The
Crone" Oil pastel on black enamel 35X54 inches 2004
by Tom Besson
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