Evening... Poem by R.M. Engelhardt

Evening...



EVENING



Evening...

You kill me.

Slow pulse, slow your image still burning

Still.



Ouiet,

As all these voices come out

Into the dark, at night.

My love, my sadness... 'Night'

You, more than just another dance

With the moon.

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R.M. Engelhardt

R.M. Engelhardt

Albany, NY
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