Love Poem: Rite
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Written by: Diana Bosa

Rite

In this deranged, fertile light -
which makes shadier our sight
-, come and sit with me, right
here to join the passage's rite 
of a generous dark to find. 
Unlit your cigarette with that sleight
move by offering it to the night
and, from the ashtray of dreams and might,
augur my future; see the fright
for armoring me against its smite.
And say: I bound all these tribes of kite
and bury you under the ashes and blight;
deep inside the hallways of the iron hill to quite.
Burn - you say -, and they all become trite
for they only promised me two-tongued daylight
but, now on, all I can see is the fire of my dark bright.