The effortless gift of dream,
if not desire, then good
or lovely things-
sweet, black
goddess of night
steals in capturing
the purpled city,
its dim-lit towers,
its silent bodies.
Each mountain's wings,
saffron-flowered robes,
sleeves of arrested light
sleep's drifting motion
loose as longing, closed as
smoked-stained eyes
identical to breathing
lightly, lightly fall.
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