Beyond This Night

Touch chaos
Blood's enameled darkness
Cuts one lined, shrinking place,
My face.
Signal twilight's hollow laugh,
Panic's flash
In the lurching night.
Heavy oppression swoons,
Swooping glide of black wings,
Yellow fangs.
Bared, pulsing veins
strain in rhythm
With the fresh-heated flesh
Of immortal grace,
Ecstasy's taste.
Walk lightly among the tombs
In the gloom
Of eternity.

Dena L Moore
June 14, 2001

Beyond This Night appears in my collection, Fluidity of Creation, and is currently available at Amazon.com, BN.com, Walmart.com, and most other online distributors



























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Dena's Poetry: Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult
Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult
Beyond This Night

Touch chaos
Blood's enameled darkness
Cuts one lined, shrinking place,
My face.
Signal twilight's hollow laugh,
Panic's flash
In the lurching night.
Heavy oppression swoons,
Swooping glide of black wings,
Yellow fangs.
Bared, pulsing veins
strain in rhythm
With the fresh-heated flesh
Of immortal grace,
Ecstasy's taste.
Walk lightly among the tombs
In the gloom
Of eternity.

Dena L Moore
June 14, 2001

Beyond This Night appears in my collection, Fluidity of Creation, and is currently available at Amazon.com, BN.com, Walmart.com, and most other online distributors

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