Intimacies Of The Nights
do not tell your name to the night
for you may be finally embarrassed
humiliated by the standards of the
day, the strictness of light
that binds and blinds
to the wildness of the nights
submit, but always be concealed
like the hidden face of the back room
the curtains of the door
the bowls of the rest rooms.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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