by Dawn Dibartolo

Created on: June 07, 2008

POETRY IN THE DARK

violet sky has its secrets

we with open eyes
see them in undertones
of impending hour,

when the darkness comes
as lovers we'd rather
not recall;

but, covet the touch
of memory, and
the ensuing surge to silk.

brightest star, winking at me,
i do remember lust;

but, i'm all over like the sky,
too big and telling small stories ~

a constellation here a galaxy there,
with only stars to differentiate

the length of space between
desire and soul.

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