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Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Creases of your embrace

The night falls
And then
In the creases
Of your embrace
The dawn breaks,
Alone.
The sun rises
And
I yearn
To escape again
Into
The starlit skies,
Sequestered
In your embrace,
You
Holding me till dawn.


6 comments:

  1. Free verse aubade? I was too intimidated by trying to pronounce "aubade" to actually try it. hah!

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  2. "The starlit skies,
    Sequestered
    In your embrace,
    You
    Holding me till dawn."
    Beautiful verse, Ruby.

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  3. The embrace feels all the more intimate, contrasted with the openness of starlit skies.

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