The Eye of the Hurricane
A poem addresses a not-so-coy mistress.
An excerpt:
Swaying silently, the tree just beyond the sidewalk
And just this side of the white glowing sky
Admits flickers of light that disturb my eyes.
Sitting silently, I ponder the red glowing end of my cigarette.
My tired eyes close, seeking darkness
Where my mind's eye can see your body's white silhouette
And then, closer, your smile and your smiling eyes.
I think it has been much too long
Though it was just last night.
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