The Edge Of Day (remix) & "watery black"

watery black .. thrummed


and then the belly dancers
danced
fluid
like water
hips
sifting through the night
dipping & turning
into the shape of a w in dow
round & swollen

still
the snow fell
outside
into its own music

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The Edge Of Day

you climb to my herb scented cave
you come with your fat eyes
& curling mouth
you speak in shades
your voice
a quiet touch

i bind your dark hair
in light
and silent sighs

we eat dried fruit
watch sleeping doves
their breasts
bloom
creamy white