April 6, 2014 by Benjamin Thomas
She came ill-clad
in nightly raiment
her eyes struck
like orb of moon
light as cloud
on my feet
we slipped away
Posted in Poetic Asides | Tagged Moon, night, poetry | Leave a Comment
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