Bottle blue
And brittle
In their glassy joy
Those eyes that own me
That catch lions
And tigers
And bears
Before bed
And when the shutters fall
Dropping a fringe of
Pitch black lashes
Onto milky silky
I breathe out
My tank empty
Buzzing as the toes do
After pins and needles
Spent of all love
All care
When a full day is done
I’ll wind myself up
Recharge over night
Tomorrow will be
Another beautiful day
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