Bailiwick
There's an echo in this vast sphere
I love how your voice
Grounds me here
I wake in a sweat and you are a cool breeze
We are iambic saline
Locked in a rhythm preserved
I've known flesh
Bridled by self command
And I have witnessed
The chill of dismissal
You are solar flares
In ecliptic nights
A momentary blindness
That thrills with sight
Copyright © Michael Moncrief | Year Posted 2017
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