Current Issue About Editorial Note Archives Submitting Links		Rebecca Knotts Though you believe it would be sweet to drowse in desire... You have lost everything: the night sky,     the yearning for bird song at dawn. You blush when he passes from the room, his shadow climbing     your thighs - you pull at your hem, at the window shade, so to stay - Next Poem
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