Night
tore the dress
off of
Day,
and when Dusk
ducked
below the mountain
curves
of her horizon,
I watched the stars
burst
from between her
lilting hips.
Seams slipped
into wet
shadows
and white clouds
soaked grey
with her rain,
drops of silver,
molten,
for the Breeze to catch
careful
between gentle lips
and whisper
in heated licks
against thirsty
Earth.
Grass clutched,
hungry,
at the slivers
of her sunshine
skin
she deigned
to abandon,
sunk blade fingers
into the waning
quiver
of her thighs
and invaded
Soil
with the desperate
plunge
of seeking roots.
Day
shuddered behind
the bulk
of Night
and then,
with a shiver
through the nerves
of dew drenched
Leaves
at the wonder of it
all,
I watched the birth
of Dawn.
About the Creator
Teyana Jackson
An aspiring writer and poet currently living on the East Coast. More work can be found on allpoetry.com, thebluenib.com, and in the poetry anthologies "Circular Whispers" and "Seasonal Perspective"
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