If It Would Be By Night

The pit of my stomach

Cracks open,

I bleed...

If it will be by night,

Then it must be 

For me...

I'll allow your 

Sweet passage

As you travel through field,

And curiouser lanes

That have

Not been revealed...

If it would be by night...

Perhaps somehow I'd figure

Into your tragic memoir

With an unheard-of frame...

No, there never were 

Answers

That we cared to examine...

...The tea leaves 

Weren't spilling 

No dope

Under light

With a hundred or more

Jerry-rigged cameras,

We all had to make 

Happy,

Or else die of stage-fright.

If it would be by night,

And not under 

Surveillance

We might get a kiss in

Between psycho sweeps

That the media makes

In their efforts to squander

The light from your eyes,

And the glow from my cheeks.

I tell you with doubt,

That I don't feel the love...

...If it would be by night

Maybe I'd come abrupt,

But here in this torment

Of blazing white bulbs

I feel wretched, and 

Used,

As I hear the wolves

Call...

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2017

Bunny Villaire