Darkness. As we run from it.. it calls to us..
seduces what we fear,
our most timid and lucid dreams.
We do not wish to take care.
We do not wish to be safe at all times.
she is one of these,
a vision that must be released in to the wild..
a leopard in the night breezes of Washington.
Look up to me with those eyes,
would you. Explain to me your complexity and your silent knowledge.
What others write in volumes. You. Say.
In words. Say. In poems. from your eyes.
Do not lose your blackness..
your dark depths. Beautiful treacherous.
Andrew Tipton
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