Night life

My nerves are stretched tight above the city:

a night-map of neon and sodium.

Hours earlier you wore darkness as love itself:

moonlight you ground more finely with each kiss,

starlight you scattered out of reach.

And now, what burning inside me?

What light trapped in a clenched sky?

Night-life, Ron Butlin

hongkongskyline

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