Wednesday, 23 July 2014

Dark Star

The allure of a spotless sky,
in the middle of the night,
countless guttered out candles,
tender absence of the light.
Sheltered by my dark-ling high
and sweet submission yet to find,
my fingers crave gross handfuls
of darkness and leaves me blind
for amour of my, spotless sky.

(Written on 11/11/2012)

© Caleb Chatfield and SeekingSinecure, 2011-


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