Wednesday, January 18, 2012


the smell of night
with its cool cool dreams
speak darkness and mystery
vision and silence
each discover'd atlantean breath spilling
out in liquid cold waves
so crashed, so crashing.
so love the night, all nights,
cool awareness of that dark
soft curving hips of the moon and
sweet mystery of stars.
night reminds me of her
her scented breath the skies,
her curves the moon
her eyes the orbs of heaven.
oh summer, oh winter, oh spring!
these languid coolnesses
and my supine soul

-Jay 10-5-2010

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