Saturday, December 10, 2016

Censored breasts, poised
      in the flesh, 

forces my brain
         to visualize       nipples 

over the black bars,
                     circular dots . . . 


                  A kind of darkness
       in the shadowy ink,
like Lilith the Night Hag 

filling her blindspot with
                                       Light

the way that I caught 

                     a candid thought
            directly behind 

that which I sought. 





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