Thoughts Drifting Into Night's Allure

A cool breeze taunts the open window teases the hairs on my arms curbs the fervor of my delusions riffles through my insanity cajoles me into a distant gaze thoughts drifting into night’s allure. “Would we be loveless without that moon?” deprived of its slow motion wink. “Is a possum just a beaver that doesn’t give a dam?” “I wonder if my cat ever thinks of me?” It haunts me still – that moment when a midnight breeze blew her hair across her face. ©8/6/2019 One In Four Poetry Contest Joseph May sponsor