11/25/18
Dusk, the Unraveler
I ask thee to slink
From under winged eve
And slip thine hands
Into mine own, leading
Me in a sacred dance
Upon a frosted lilly,
Upon a dewed frond,
Thudding until morning comes
Unraveling the sun.
Dusk, the Unraveler
I ask thee to please
Sing a lullaby
Above mine balcony
Steeped in roses,
Wreathed in thyme,
Let your song knead
The vanilla'd air I breathe
Let it sink my fancies
Unto the purest deed.
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Hello, November
PoetryThis is a collection of my writings from November 2018. It's a continuation of "Poetry" and "Poetry and Writes", but will be much shorter. I'll try to write something each day of the month and post as I go--even if what I've written sucks. Who care...
