David Martin

What A Night - Poem by David Martin

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

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 7, 2010

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