A Black Spell Night

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Something brilliant from House of Heart

House of Heart

Drawn by the pull of possibility

I am at war with resistance,

tempted by persuasion  and

the dynamic momentum of hands

on taut shoulders.

The gravitational press on tangled knots,

on willowy limbs that succumb to a

black spell night.

Your sighs are kindle to my lips

igniting the perfect fire.

At dawn I am a periwinkle

at your pillow, petals bending

to what is golden.

contours

art by Steve Hanks

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