Black Sleeves Lady Night

Lady Night

Black sleeves lady night,
With her impenetrable smirk,
And her endless midnight eyes.
Strange dancer, you tilting thing,
Your tireless embrace.
Black sleeves lady, paint your lips red,
Kiss me in and hold me up,
Let me be weightless now,
I’m ready to give in,
Black sleeves lady, take me in.
Black eyes crying ice,
Blue diamond studded tongue
Twist out your language,
Silent speak of each night sky,
And the frozen embrace
Of all eternity in between.
Smoky voiced jazz,
Craggy drop into the sea,
Frothed with human tears,
Acappella voice on time bent song,
Sing this now, forget it tomorrow.
Black sleeves lady reach out,
Stroke the trees and days,
Grip memory and pull it back,
Pluck this leaf, green slip of leather,
Tuck it behind your ear,
Brush your dark hand over my head,
Flick your silver bangled wrist.
Black sleeves lady night,
Frequent visitor, old companion,
Specter just out of reach.

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Dreami
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Dreami wrote a review · Sun Mar 20, 2005 3:16 am

Thats really a cool poem, there was just one thing I noticed. In some parts, you talked right to the black sleeves lady, but in others you just talk about her. It might be better if you either do one or the other instead of both.

-Dreami

P.S.: I didn't exactly understand that reason for the poem, does it signify anything in particular? :wink: :)



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