Friday, March 27, 2015

The Cat's Meow

dawn breaks her silent vows as
Mistress of the Night, seducing her
new master, just as easily as she
did the day before and before that;
fickle fancies in completed are
put away in canning jars for the
winter months as we harvest only
that which will not spoil and when
the light once again fades and we
once again adorn our party clothes.

13Aug14

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