©2021 Michael Raven
trees flicker with the light & death of day the night sliding thief-like into the sky with indigo, tyrian & byzantium fingers quenching the fires still burning the forests bright i think i saw you smiling though the shadows may have lied -- they often do winter tide hands clutched, you stole to the forest garden my ghost in tow, stumbling over root rock & the fates tangled skein woven we lay in the leaves, snow & loam we became the heat stoked with fires within we were wine & earth & fire -- you devoured me whole flesh & blood consumed, i made you whole
entre chien et loup = between dog and wolf [French idiom for dusk]
I love this. Beautiful.
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Thank you.
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Whoa. *gulp* That was good…. 👏👏👏
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You are very kind. Thank you,TJ.
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