In The Night’s Memory

Last night among

Hundreds

Invading streets

Of great town’s point

My tongue of

Sensuality

Can no longer speak

Or court

For hosts of

Supper’s past

Came to me

Midnight last

My menu of yesterday

Compass direction South

Ending tale wed

She pierces my heart entirely

© 2009 David Greg Harth

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