No Refusal of Nature Pt. 2
under his stench,
the world known,
her love drips viscous
to the glade.
his wanting quenched,
in a slight light shone
surface-reflected eyes
beholding dawn,
a son which the night
in its end
has made.
Copyright © David Glines | Year Posted 2005
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