my dark billows in
for after dusk
surprise
oh your tomcat eyes
slice through
mine,
both swathed in violet
fluttering off
cigar tip,
‘fore she dips finger
in inky glass
of wine,
and we burn
just fine.
Grumpy Gorman
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Fine poetry.
Much appreciated.