Lullaby
The bass line slips,
in melody of you,
rhythm’s eclipse,
control askew,
glass mouths cling,
to every line,
whispering,
sublime, tipsy light,
in our eyes,
of crescent bright,
lullabies.
Copyright © Kate Davies | Year Posted 2024
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