In honor of:
Jean Toomer - 1894-1967
Full moon rising on the waters of my heart,
Lakes and moon and fires,
Holding her lips apart.
Promises of slumber leaving shore to charm the moon,
Miracle made vesper-keeps,
And I’ll be sleeping soon.
Cloine, curled like the sleepy waters where the
Radiant, resplendently she gleams,
Lips pressed against my heart.
- Material: Silver, Gold Plated
- Quantity: 1 pair
- Color: Gold
Lead Free, Nickel Free