The Dark Advance

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The Dark Advance

  Tonight,
the violet waves had slight,
       foam-bearing crests,
       and when you pierced
the water's edge, your skin
  so fair
    reflected falling stars above. 

  Midnight,
the mysterious hours after:
       The speckled light
       danced on your breast
and in your laughing eyes. 
  Brightness 
    offset the dark advance of waves. 

  Twilight's
morning star arrived,
       pleasure-creased
       as age-old prunes,
and left our summer skin
  so cold,
    pale fingertips could not entwine.

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