A Tepee Night Poem by George the Great VIII

A Tepee Night



White skin, stretched up
Catching the light of the summertime
When a cry unseen
Fell under the mountain side

Life is cooking!
Far in, far out
The lovers’ worship the long nights
And they will never glimpse for a moment the long cry;
And then the praise
As if it were Life itself
It seemed gone forever
Between their arms!

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