24.
Jewels have always confused me,
and that's what the sky is
tonight, diamonds and smoke,
the vapor snaking from Jean's
Beast's hands, when Beauty spies
on his agony. But what else
could a sky be? I'll stand
at an unprotected edge
of the park behind the shopping center.
The ground, but for the streetlights
is invisible. Have I ever invited you
to something like walking
on raw light, having that
all that keeps you here. At
night?
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NEW!!!–Dirty Milk–reactive poem for microphone http://www.lewislacook.com/DirtyMilk/
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