We Hold Hands in the Dark
It moves, this filmatic night,
soon surrounding you quite right,
as I in turn, soothe the mallow moon,
around you, a little spoon,
trying with all her might,
to expire the light,
and settle into,
your hands in the dark.
Copyright © Kate Davies | Year Posted 2024
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