Friday NightA Poem by nathanThings you see in the dark
His expressions,
high and massive as the stars His gesturing Intricate as the moon they almost touched. Her smiles, staged like a vendor's honesty He implored and haggled and finally A price was reached, A bargain struck and he left with his trophy; she by his side.... ... The night was still young. © 2011 nathan |
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