The Poet

The Poet

Sunday, April 16, 2017

No Mercy* by Brandon Hogan ©2017

She was midnight
As the morning broke

As if the sun
Needed a peek

Jealous
Of how she left the night
So weak

No mercy
For the meager

And

Even less
For the eager

Leaving in her wake
Many a believer

Sore eyes
And
Tendered egos

She stands alone
A charmer of demons
Angelic in tone

In tune
Synonymous with
A New Years kiss
Or
Midnight skinny dipping
In June

She wears midnight well

Sun up
To
Sun down
Tis merely a matter
Of one's own limitations

She glides
Like a haze
Like a jellyfish sways
And
Remains a sought after
Afterthought

For the rest of my days.....

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