A Blush of Night, a poem by Meg Smith at Spillwords.com

A Blush of Night

A Blush of Night

written by: Meg Smith



Come to me,
naked in the hunger of moon
with its shattered eye;
all bleeding gray,
We will fill with no blush
this wood, in its
deep and empty blood.
We can laugh here.
We can sleep forever,
before we melt, unthread,
dissolve in the light of
this crimson mist.

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