I like my women in black,
the blackness of the night-
to wear the stars in her eyes
and dazzle all in sight
the black that mystery has
where nothing becomes seen
her words as free as the breeze
a vision of the blue serene
she needn’t say a word
like night, shes always heard
a trembling infests me whole
redefining my world and sight-
my woman, who wore the night
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