that is what dark spaces are for
soft ones, redemptive ones with their alabaster
on one side, and on the other: hope
shadowy places that obscure
your alice-down-the-rabbit-hole eyes
your searching, roving whimsies.
this is what the nights are for, the good ones
soft, shadowy kisses. punctuated by the glimmer of a smile
in the corner of your mouth.
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