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A woman with nighttime in her soul,
I am captivated by

the way a golden moon greens
a blue night sky

the dark-sharpened scent of a
honeysuckle bush
the warm, honeysuckle breezes
that fondle the dark

floating pools of candy-green grass,
uprooted from reality by artificial lights

the cheesecloth clouds drawn
across the mouth of the moonlight
filtering it soft and milky
into my thirsty eye

the way a star can wink at you

the ageless glimmer of Venus,
crown-jewel of the night

the night
that makes me wish
to press my back into the earth so my eyes
may travel upward into the deep
mystery of the dark