Tressed

3 am only shines
in the spaces
between stars and me.

In other
dreams, darkness
rolls over ridges
like new, hot tar
sticking to
cracks in the lake
of desire drowned
behind opaque satin
waves of
polished ebony
surface tension.

~LD

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