Tonight's Poet Corner: Until Dawn Kisses Us

Until Dawn Kisses Us
by Belinda Roddie

We spill our guts out from bottles,
while the moon boasts pumpkin
filling, just in time for the glorified
autumn season. Fall, fall, fall. When

it's dark, everyone can see us. They
hear the crunch of summer skeletons
beneath our trembling feet. Their phones
light up the trees around us. Glow,
glow, glow.

You and I don't like to sleep much.
When the party gets too rowdy, we
crawl away from the stain of beer
and belches in the corner. Until

dawn treats us like lovers, we'll grow
sick over our beakers, strike a pose
against the hillside, and clink wishes
with wishes, extra suds, verbal foam
splashing behind our tongues.

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