this is the night of stillness
bodies naked
sticky
heat formerly forgotten
has returned
holding one
without permission
in an airless
embrace
no movement
no flutter of papers
at the window desk
candles
alive with flame
stand still
they
cast no shadows
on the walls
the trees
at the doors edge
stand drawn
simply
renditions
of natures hand
animals
sprawled
eyes open
without seeing
taking in and releasing
sans the movement
of lungs
tis a night of stillness
copyright © m.m. sugar 2006
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