A Silent Mistress
trust in the touch, the taste
the light of the darkest night
as it plays
in quiet want,cat-like
with streams of thought
unconscious conclusions
half-formed forms
mice to the moon's muse
devoured desires
resting before ever wrought
Copyright © Julie Forbush | Year Posted 2005
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