Midnight Strains

Midnight strains its music
through blueberries and raspberries
blackberries and muslin cloth
a whistling through the briar bushes
a whooshing through the unthorned

I’d rather night spend its time in me
so i grow lotus length thorns to slow him down in his plucking
and it is beautiful
the way he moves through me
and sings

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