November 13, 2016

The Nighthawk | #CapturedInWords

I came to meet a nighthawk
As the moon it swelled to its fullest fill
Heavy, held aloft on the shoulders of the horizon

As it rose, so we sank 
Folding into each other's narrative
The nighthawk relentlessly shining through perceptive eyes
Head cocked to one side in piercing inquisition 
My words that sputtered like an old tap at first
But purred like a cat 
As he undid me with his gaze

Silence fell
And fall we did too 
As that full moon rose higher, swelled further still
And his wings they cloaked me over in a dark embrace
And swept us away into the night

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