Mood:
The night curves like a snake
breathing, then something forgives all the pain.
The purple hour before nightfall
two hearts
two beats
Midnight, moonless summer nights
clouds swollen like cottonwood.
I feel civilized today
morning coffee does that for me
Sharing the same latitude on my back
while shadows cast a line across my breasts
then the moon dies without its silver lining.
D. Claudia Ash
Winter 07