A Moonlit Night

Troy Camplin
Nov 7 · 1 min read

A moon in floral print of blue and pink
Rests on the couch horizon at the end,
Reflection of the Concrete Blonde song, link

In lyrics to my Latin love. I bend
My eye toward the light that fills by night,
The lips, the love on which I so depend.

With fingers intertwined we both delight
In patterned sounds and hearts and ink,
Your sparkling eye a star, night’s final sight.

Originally published at http://troycamplinpoetry.blogspot.com.

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Troy Camplin

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I am the author of “Diaphysics” and “Hear the Screams of the Butterfly,” and a consultant, poet, playwright, and interdisciplinary scholar.

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