Into the Night

Silver moon
starless sky.
Tonight the wind howls
while the woman’s fingertips flutter
against her window
like moths
trying to escape the night.

Luminous—
her pearly flesh
is pulled tight
across tiny bones.

She could be one of Picasso’s ladies—
tortured by impossible angles
tongue-tied
trapped in a barren landscape.

Only an ethereal dance
of carved flesh and shadows.

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