May 06, 2019
BY Jenni Astramowicz1
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I watch
as the late Spring
as the late Spring
pickpockets
tendrils of light
from moony early hours
long golden beams
widdle and worm
their way through my night
blindness
we stretch wide
the light
and
me
across well worn
white satin
sheets
so soon
we must
relinquish
this quiet haven
to brave
the cacophonous world
outside these walls
retaining grace is knowing
the memories
we leave behind
remain
warm and deep
waiting
patient as a lover
for our return
in the amaranthine night
