When was the last time you sat alone at the edge of midnight waters
Bare shoulders seduced by come-on winds?
When was the last time you listened to the quiet smacking of
the lakes satisfied lips lapping up droplets of milky moonlight?
O the last time you sat still, alone enough to
hear the fidgeting of nature's minutiae?
Don't forget that midnight gives the most tender kisses
Don't forget the perfume of the stars
The way tall scruffy pines sweep the pale edges of the sky
whispering in their husky voices, "stay, stay".
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