Night Owl

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Tonight you’ll be my long, dark drink

That slick burn in the belly

That stilling of hand

A blood filled wine bottle,

spilling for communion

For I am an owl now

a devouring phantom in the low light

shape-shifting insomniac,

unblinking on a perch

and my eyes are fixed on you.

  2 comments for “Night Owl”

  1. Lamar Washington
    May 26, 2016 at 10:57 am

    This is so awesome. Thank you for writing it.

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    • sobrietypoet
      May 26, 2016 at 11:06 am

      I am so glad you enjoyed it! My heart is warmed. So thank you back, and thank you twice for taking the time to share with me.

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