Evenings Generous Call
A poem
The night solvent is heavy and thick. Fueling desires captured by longing.
Perhaps the draw is to affair — To dance in slow.
Mystics partner to an inescapable embrace While humanity ignored by its own averted gaze.
One eternally bedded lover deterred not, Ceaselessly giving birth to the Dawn.
Annine Massaro ©2020 all rights reserved
