The night is so sometimes lovely
I cry inside behind my eyes at the delicacy
in omnipotence;
for magnificence belongs equally to all.
This makes me sense a man must
too be gentle to be strong.
I cry inside behind my eyes for the joy
in the joyness of living and my crude earthy dance
to the heavenly opus love
seen through the gauzy moonlight that ceaselessly steeps
and seeps as a balm through my skin.
The night is so sometimes lovely
I cry inside behind my eyes at the mercy of him
for the paltry me in indifference
and think on the significance of you.

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The Back of My Mind (Poetry)
PoetryI like to write fiction, but I love to write poetry. Here is a collection of some of my favorite pieces.