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Posted by on Dec 22, 2008 in Poetry | 0 comments

A Midnight Thirst

A Midnight Thirst

 

A midnight thirst comes upon me.

The air between us burns.

We bend to the moon. 

Nocturnal shifting in the shadows,

Hiding from the high hoots of owls,

Patient steps of panther feet.

Faces pressed against the moss
Hearts like bats in circles.
 

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