©2021 Michael Raven
the veil is thin tonight || tonight i think i might lose my way wandering foggy moor paths rock filled, knives were it not for anchoring lace knots tied to many possible pasts carried buried safe within my chest blooded with the midnight trains never made & lovers lost in darkest shadows night otherworld stalking i will-o-wisp alight & thither where... ça et là & everywhen between ghosting through the murk i kissed you in passing do my lips still burn on your full, lush breast? i saw you there: standing dreaming a secret smile lingering before i drift silent & home

I like the somewhat gothic overtones in this – a bit like a modern day Romantic poet reminding us of how close we are to another place.
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Thank you very much.
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