What A Night Poem by David Martin
What A Night
What a Night
Too bright a night for stars,
Too cold a night to stare
but what a night, to sit and write
of beauty false and fair
Its a night to write,
Of longing lips wanting no more
And of legs and hips forever intertwined
its a beautiful night
to curl up and write
in my bed
all alone
Monday, June 7, 2010
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