The Night and The Sky

This is the place,
Where young night leaves the sky in its bold, bright blue,
The round horizon half gold, half dark,
lines the brilliantly blue day-dress of the sky,
Which the night felt
would be a pity to dispel.
“We’ll make love dressed tonight,”
he whispers,
and leaves his mark gently
yet strikingly
on her silk blue belly,
Shining with whiteness like a tiny smile,
a hint of what’s to come.

Later she darkens;
Night is a lustful creature, and she
is not a strong-willed one to
resist temptation.
So she dances and gives in to him,
And finally lays herself upon the red-dust landscape,
sleeps in the rippled dunes.

August ’05


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