“…certain dark things are to be loved
in secret between the shadow and the soul.”
Pablo Neruda
He sighs….
concedes a close to night
as serene and soggy haze
escorts the butter and blue
blooming on the quiet of a dawn
glistens ㅤthat painterly view
of a dozing cityscape
on too early a Sunday’s morn.
The serene will cease
and quiet meander
into a scamper of the waking
as he finds hisself
in an ascending want
beyond the corporeal
ㅤunsated
pangs…
