Touch Me - Dusk
Dusk,
dressed in
mauve feathers,
bared pink shoulders,
with come-hither snare,
touches the foolish Sun
with a spectrum of red lips…
Up so many stairs they will trod,
shutting the world alone in the dark..
New lovers who stroll through gardens of night
And as nightingale and the crickets cry
Spurned world sets her brain adrift to weep
putting out the lights of her eyes
shuttered in forsaken bed …
Crescent moon stands vigil
Until capricious
Sun, with fickled
breath,… breezes
in with
Dawn
For Nette's "Touch Me" contest (Dusk) by Carrie Richards
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2011
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