late at night when the moon has set
my sleeping form lifts raising from my quilt
turning....I look down at what I had left behind
one fleeting glance, a smile
my body hesitates....for a moment
then I effortlessly float from one door to the other
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behind each setting of the sun
ripe passion fruit glimmers
before moon rise with it's tender rays
the honey coated deep red gift
glows with luminosity from within it's very core
lovers fruit, hot swollen in the night's furnace
heat ready dripping with lush expectations
many have caressed it's silken flesh
seeking a granted wish for those who dare
to bind their souls bodies for all time
Edna St. Vincent Millay
1916
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-
It gives a lovely light!
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