Penumbral Garments
You turn your blonde head away from me
where I can still see the shadow on your cheek
My naked eye is always looking for your tender skin under all of those garments made in the east
the search for you is never tiresome as the loss we turn away from
or as weary as this pretending that you don’t have a dark side
This poem’s a garment to wear on a full moon night.
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Ah! Thank you kind sir!
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pretending you don’t have a dark side….
yes
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