Poem in your pocket day to celebrate Poetry Month.
Night Play
While darkness accumulates,
she sheds expectations
like chameleon lace.
rattles her window;
the pane rises
in the Moonhawk’s beak.
She slips inside his coat
feathered by scent of cloves,
moves behind his eyes.
They fly beyond
an eyelash of moon
until dawn’s pulse
sends a bead of honey
to her lips.
She returns
hungry for words.
- Penny Wilkes
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