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Nov 2017

in a city of leaves
a wilderness of moon
and her shadows
climb high
in a drowsy sky
that dreams of
golden lamps
and avenues of stone.


you told me
that you loved me,
under a sky of lizard grey,
with wild inks that sang of
all the promises of winter.


i kissed your neck, wrapped
to your love and its
tremendous sea,
a wave flowing with
the current,
drawn to the shadowy shore.


your kiss like the layers
of dark cloud,
you were jealous of me
as you pushed me to
the wall, and i
said i am yours, i
will always be yours.


night’s fiery arches,
a swift god,
the thunderous steps of
the clouds.
beth stclair
Written by
beth stclair  England
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