*for brownin'*
the night
has become drunk with you
drunken with a brush of crimson and silk
that your face in full delight becomes
there is no chill to be felt
it cradles a moon full as your figure
and may cast me shade
because i am beside you
tonight
evening is a besotted poet
who uses stars and clouds
to describe you best
and i have committed their phrasing
to memory
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