tagNon-Erotic PoetryThe Blue Hour

The Blue Hour


Tonight I'm wooed into my mind
With your wind at my hindmost, wondering
I'm wondering where you will sleep tonight
Long after our fight or any night
I wonder to the long magenta light;
Gone home resentful or homeless, cowed?
However I ponder, I think somehow
The twilight in-betweens are your home now.

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