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Click hereCould we have night, now, please?
Would our human scurrying
succumb to the gravity of sleep — ?
Let the hush fall like Newton’s pound of feathers,
cloud the house with its dusk-colored quilt.
Might the soft twilight
now fill our mouths?
As our eyesight descends,
Let the Northern Lights be
our only concert.
I’ll take an inky black cupful, please,
tender and wet,
darker than indigo denim.
Pleiades, fill me up.
Where did you come from? Wonderful stuff! (goes to read more.)
Tess
for good reasons, of course. It's really good. Makes me feel dullard, in fact, in trying to write my own poemisies.
I would ask you to marry me but I already am, and you more than likely are too. So I will only ask that you write more poems.
I know, I know. It's kind of a creepy rave. Sorry. I'm kind of a creep. :-)
and I love the personification in the last lines. I'm not sure what the second and third lines mean, but overall a really well-written poem.
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