when the clock stops moving and the earth is full

midnight’s swan bows to my pillow in bewitching invite

magick returns me,

letting down its hair

flirting in the onyx

rolling cross my tongue

patient lips float in slipstreams wake

a tapestry of chiffon

and unequivocal grace

undressing in the liquid of time

til dawn’s flicker of sun

Bloodstream – Stateless

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