Good Night

Your gaze, blue satin cuffs

Tying me in desire.

Fingers dance on buttonholes

Setting icy flesh on fire.

Dancing digits

Teaching braille of bodies.

The blind enchanted by the lesson.

Primal songs,

In harmony with the flutist’s tongue.

A stallion rides through mountain valleys,

All to be met by sunrise.

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