blackness is night
it is the nicanor
of my heart
this blackness
seductive
invasive
calm smoothness
of these waters
guided only
by the harvest white moon
concupiscence
repose
gently guided
by the touch
of a strategic little
finger, traced bones, lines
starvation
temptation
tread gently
into high grasses
stand ten feet tall
falling into depths, of souls
pall
assuage
and you
to the top
of this page
start it all
again..
beginning or end
-Jangela
