width=61 height=87> Voracious Verses - 2014


Charles Bane, Jr.



Goodnight, my love

sleep here beside me

my lifelong man. My

champion who hurls against

cobblestones the fears I reserve

for he, whose shoulders arch

city streets and deeper still

on concourses of sheets. I wonder

which of his ribs made me. Dust

settles in the sky as we name

fleeting things we have seen.

Light will dim eventually my

compass, glass and archer and

I will streak west contentedly.

 2014 Charles Bane, Jr.


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