Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Night Wouldn’t Say


Florid swatches and large shards of pretty people
fixed your dreams as if to stained glass windows in a steeple

all night long last night, last night when night had longed
through you for consummation. But of what? Night wouldn’t say.

It simply wouldn’t let these florid swatches
and large shards of pretty people go away.










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