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The Lake at Midnight
The hooded mystique
Lodged between two petals
The flush of the lotus
As it opens
Cattail bristles
Graze eternal
edges of whistles
Searing wind and rain
The reflection of your iris
In the mirror of youth
Your dark coal lashes
Brush the dragonfly's wing
The low gurgling of toads in twilight
The wisps waltzing in the mist
The bold magenta winecup closing in a kiss
Bathing in sexual light
Lodged between two petals
The flush of the lotus
As it opens
Cattail bristles
Graze eternal
edges of whistles
Searing wind and rain
The reflection of your iris
In the mirror of youth
Your dark coal lashes
Brush the dragonfly's wing
The low gurgling of toads in twilight
The wisps waltzing in the mist
The bold magenta winecup closing in a kiss
Bathing in sexual light
Published 6th Oct 2016
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6th Oct 2016 3:35pm
The low gurgling of toads in twilight
There is something so magical about
water at midnight that doesn't exist at noon
or any other time of day.
Beautifully penned, Muse.
There is something so magical about
water at midnight that doesn't exist at noon
or any other time of day.
Beautifully penned, Muse.
6th Oct 2016 9:03pm
9th Oct 2016 11:07pm
This is a wonderfully written piece. It's short, charming and full of mystery. I love it.
5th Jan 2017 10:04pm
