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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