Velvet night
dark brimming cup
a warm vessel,
steamy cauldron
cradling lover’s
kiln fired limbs,
catching sighs,
clothing frailty,
keeping secrets.
A child’s laughter
flung high,
tinkling bright
in the darkness
like gold coins,
tossed in sunlight,
turning, tumbling.
A lone
hound
broadcasts warning
a night sentinel
doing duty,
as feline foe
slinks in shadow.
Dream-catcher dark
snares the nightmares,
draws the shadows,
traps all tears
in midnight webbing,
in dark tissue,
in ebony folds,
bright dreams of hope,
kept safe till
day break.
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