Night Personified
1.
it burns—
my shadow feeding
it the popcorn
celling as I sleep
to keep it
alive,
to keep it
from
snuffing itself out
inside my pillowed gut.
because
I’ve eaten the
moon before,
and the phantom
won’t hesitate
to reach
down my
throat
to
retrieve
it.
2.
I take night’s mouth
for a quick joyride,
and I lick at your legs,
and I lick your yellow
motorcycle, and you
think it must be just
a light drizzle as I lick
the back of your neck.
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Pride Ed
Hello! Just call me Pride, or Bluebird. I've been writing for a little over a decade now. I won some money here and there, and I'm in a few books of poetry. But, I still consider myself a novice when it comes to writing poetry. I learn everyday! My themes/styles/literary movements are all over the place. I attribute that to my reading whatever I could get my hands on in my youth. Never limit yourself; explore genres and things you think aren't for you. You could have a surprise waiting! :P I'm gonna be honest; I only made an account here to experiment with the Poetry Genome, but I kinda like this site now lol My main platform where I post poetry is here -------->https://allpoetry.com/Pride_Ed (registered users can only view right now)
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