06 July 2012

2/100: LONGING

Night. Cold as ash, cold as ocean deep, come, collect me: cells, bone, teeth.

Creep beneath moon snarled
in shade of night, primrose,
jasmine, sickly scent seep
under borders brambled
vigilant heart keeper:
through garden bare
of heliopsis, daylily,
glory of morning
prostate to light.


Collect me.

July 6. Day 2 of 100 Days of Summer.
Out like a light.
My imaginings of a night garden; fragments of living in a night world.

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