nocturnal #9

and there were stars, – brass pins
pierced into the greasy velvet of the night.

a monotonic highway lullaby
a midnight breeze whispering behind
the hanging valance.

her breath below my waterline
and rustling demons of the night
under the squeaking bed.

and my fretful empiricism
insatiable for more delight.

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