Between dusk and dawn…scent of Rangoon
as the night thickens and musk grows heavy
from the shadow in the long canes
where the hills sleep in velvet skirts
and hibiscus bleed silent into the dark
until fireflies hum forgotten hymns
intoxicating the memory left on the tongue
and the world is a lover’s breath held too long
whispering monsoon between dusk and dawn
Rated for Everyone
Musk Grows Heavy
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