moon in nightspace became silversmith

light hammered over island

catching the nudity

i kept vigil over,

a saddened animal

hunched in an undergrowth habitat

i fed on something that dreams give

as i watched

her polished by tides overwhelm,

i could of been a nation on it’s knees

waiting for that one that comes

and brings a substance,

yet too afraid to show yourself

for fear of spoiling a grand occasion,

damp skin

natures jeweler working diamonds on,

a martyred bird called out

shriek of the night

she turned and i was certain of being seen

my eyes would be vivid in the darkness,

retreating with a tread  so soft,

knowing as you saw swept long hair

i would not possess

despite the urgency of my loins

without satisfaction i would have to wait

as this was not the night

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Comments
  1. othermary says:

    I’m not quite sure how to read this one. It could be either very endearing, frightening or sad. Perhaps that makes it good; different people can take different things from it. And some lovely images here too.

  2. brian miller says:

    well that is…kinda scary, peeping on her…or could be endearing…all depends on the intensions you know…feeding on something dreams give was a cool line…

  3. How to lay there and let her sleep is love… maybe a glass of ice-cold water?

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