And there are nights
Like this night
Where I swear to Christ
The wind is teasing
Temptation again
Subtle fingers through
The strands of yesterday’s hair
Sighing gentle breeze
Through the broken limbs
Of memory
Let’s go crazy again
Abandon to the primal
Shed clothes and morality
Rut in abandon as an animal
And blame it all on the moon…
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Brian Marggraf, Author of Dream Brother: A Novel, Independent publishing advocate, New York City dweller
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