The Way The Night Moves, poetry by pd Lyons. Photography by Ron Scubadiver’s Wild Life

Man and Bike in Pieces by Ron Scubadiver’s Wild Life.  Image used with prior permission.

 

 

the way the night moves
parts
crooked
spaces
leather bits
angled pipes
rust in sprockets
whisker thin
draping
knocking
knees

where does the night go?
dark strong hands
an almost complete mechanism of escape
roiling waves of somewhere else
warmed by soft skin
hard nipples
mouths full
ah
shh
ooh

forever

I am the place for your strong hands
forever
I am the place for your strong love
forever
I am the place you will never be away from

the way the night moves now
the way the night moved then
despite any realization
still
smiles

 

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Once again I find my self inspired by the photography of Ron Scubadiver’s Wild Life. Do yourself a kindness and spend a minute exploring the world on Ron’s blog – bet you anything you become a follower. Thanks Ron for your kind permissions.

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