Love Poem
The times we spent spinning the night
like a record I almost heard the beat
of the moon
and the clanging of stars and the
singing of insects
in line with certain truths you can't
refute anymore
or sneak up like a man in a trenchcoat
the times we spent saying there really
is
no silence or no way to unhear the
world
I went on for hours talking about love
as
a hardly seen black cat who won't
strike out
the bug we got in the heat of a summer
night.
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