Night Thoughts

Days as silent as night.
Night swallowed in shadows.
That speak of nothing
but crests of lightning.
And in the book of flesh.
Your calm hands quite a blaze.
As your lips part the fires.
The warm mist of a woman’s breath
Nothing is left but your eyes.
And flowers growing in the field.

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