Sugar Moons.. and Fuse

June 21, 2019


When words lie down, in the day
warmed beside an oaken sill
your pulse
is set to flight
  the sun.. held up
     with tinny, wishful tacks

The honeyed night, sparks mad dreams
as raven - casts his rune
and odd and risky poets ache -

    for sugar moons.. and fuse 

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