Brian H. Appleton

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Flying

I dream of sleeping in the desert under the myriad stars
a meteor shower beckons me to join their flight
who owns the night my dear, not you not I
then a night hawk shrilly cries out
and a shiver runs up my spine
... I want out of this
prison of flesh
and desire
let's fly
two
of us
past Mars
and never come
back again dear love