A Moment With Me
out in icicled darkness
softly i gave myself to the shadows
my nodding head beating
to her singing hurts
as i make shapes
breathing sharpened
mist catching
moon eyelashes
as they flutter
bashfully
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2022
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