Night

The beauty of night have I seen
naked as desire, hot as my mouth
that speaks the name of night.
The wind cuts my flesh as do your bold kisses,
the stars savage my glum soul
as does the working of your thighs.
Oh dearest lovely one, for me
the words become you, dreaming in my dream!

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2011

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