The silence lengthens stretching
a courtesan who in strange isolation
from the rest of the world
somehow slept past nightfall
and suddenly descends
into the whispering darkness sipping
slowly tasting its promise
observing only the merest of formalities
sparkling in the midnight dusk faithful
to those swirling tides
that neither save nor spare
she creeps steadily shoreward a blaze
born of a spark barely making a show
of beginning before allowing dawn’s
unkempt currents to douse her flame
(c) 2020 by Hannah Six
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