Shine on, die-cut moon,
platinum in your deep blues,
show the way home to-
night. I open your
darkness. Incorruptible,
you follow me in.
I cannot call you
Soul. You’re more intimate to
me than I am. Shine
on our bodies in
ecstasy. In the dark com-
municate our love.
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Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Cranston RI and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. He can be reached at tom.develyn@comcast.net. D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at http://tdevelyn.com and other sites.
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