Midnight of orange-violet light
aglow alongside city windows
in halos over faint street lampseffuses into this studio
and bends down to burnish each of my things,
instilling in them a warm perfume
to baffle me when I come home.
For I’ve built a bunker to what I love
as would a bird—first twig, then leaf—
to buffer this nook and make it my own.
Now settled in, I’m glancing around
for a partner to share in this handmade dream.
Meanwhile, I’ll comb through midnight’s hair
as streetlamps and moonbeams tincture the breeze.
Treaty at Thirty-One by G.H. Mosson | Sandalwood Reed Diffuser
$20.00Price
