Reading Too Much Emily Dickinson
Upon the rising trail of moonlight
I seek the port in you—
a crook of ivory skin, an elbow
to moor my soul inside
Just as that once lonely moon
upon a field of black
does kiss and fondle gently
the flowing ebon tide
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