The long gift of dream,
if not desire, then good
or lovely things-
sweet, gold
goddess of evening
steals in
capturing
the purpled city,
its dim-lit towers.
Each mountain's wings,
saffron-flowered robes
and mouths of light
(sleep's drifting motion)
loose as longing, open
smoked-stained eyes
identical to breathing...
lightly, lightly fall.
Juliet
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