Night

Night – like a monster – howls
And shrieks, and yells, and shouts.
Seized with an unfathomable yearning is it?
Or craving for a communion it prowls?

Night – like a whore – lusts
For an arm, a shoulder or a thigh
That touch, that embrace!, that caress!
That spit, that saliva, that high!

Night – like an amputee – wails
Such pains has it to endure!
I know not its malady that trails
But wish I could find its cure!

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