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Bottle no. 9
Moonlight, I hear, is sage
I squeeze from the moon;
unwinds to midnight; lunging
to me. Desire loosens arms,
Ambrosia teases, lifts
into me, the bottle stopped
© Jewel E. Forga 2002
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Bio: Jewel E Forga, a Native Californian, is a Member of San Diego Writers' Cooperative, and Writer of copy for San Diego Urban Online Magazine. Freelance writer for textbooks, she is published online in a few fine e-zines, and has older works archived in print. Her more recent poems can be viewed at: Writers Monthly, & Pierian
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