LANGUID MOON


I still chase the quiet sun in my amateur nights,



lulling the stars, tarnishing the moon with wails



and a silent longing behind my indecent bars.







With closed eyes I commit the same delicate sin



as I abhor deliciously this radiant languor within.







Karla Bardanza

1 comment:

  1. Sublime Karla, I feel wanting in this.

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