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POEM: Night Poem

Night Poem

There’s a gentle scraping against the wall.
A gentle scraping.

There’s a warmth that spreads
through the veins,
to the skin,
to the feet and then
to the earth below.

To the earth where
it is received like a kiss,
a promise, a question.

There’s a sound on the air
like water, like blood, like

silvery laughter breaking
against a hill,
and the soft rush of breathing
against the hollow of his neck.

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28 February 2023
State College PA

Published in My poems Poetry


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