Only Dusk
their wings frantic coming
frantic whirring
tear the air
frantic whirring
tear the air
stir me
maybe this is the praying inspiration
maybe they will bring me into the merging of earths
yearning colors of dusk throat wing and tongue
the long deep sips of nectar
still beating wings
the hint of
an elusive
moon
stars
an elusive
moon
stars
and
you
you
jppestana
only dusk
5.24.18
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