Perfect Poem by Dean Meredith

Dark & slow
In our pre-appointed luxury

In our almost certain too hot to touch
In our stringy forms

We are bed down
In our straw & luxury

Dear and proud
Her in her form

The night around us
A few stage-light players

Mosquitoes in the air
A night pressed proud

Mosquitoes in the air
Fires most unassuming

They make us look up
Suppose it is the motion

The energy
From A to Z

We give up
And we prepare

For the moment
And the hereafter