Listen, as their lights wash upon your shore (Frank Orrall)

Prose from Frank Orrall of Poi Dog Pondering:

now the night is silent
untethered in the bed
and my mind slides
and starts to float
drifting in the bedding
it's the evening
that sets my heart adrift
& my soul afloat
...my whim-z-cal
let the quiet now descend ...
the palm slowly coming down upon the town
the hush enveloping the round of the mountain tops
the hush slowly cascading mist like and slowly around all the curving streets flowing down unto the valley floor of the city
the zip lock of sound holding all the city in
the trumpet of dawn long far off
the quiet heart longing loud in the bed
the screaming stifle of dreams unsung ...
grip the sheets
scratch your lover's back,
bellow in the bed
all that your heart wants.
make it loud
sing your soul
the stars want to hear...
their glow moans show you so
listen, as their lights wash up on your shore

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