Indigo bulb of darkness <br /> Punctured by needle lights <br /> Through a fissure of brick canyon shutting out stars, <br /> And a sliver of moon <br /> Spigoting two high windows over the West river…. <br /> Boy, I met to-night, <br /> Your eyes are two red-glowing arcs shifting with my vision…. <br /> They reflect as in a fading proof <br /> The deadened eyes of a woman, <br /> And your shed virginity, <br /> Light as the withered pod of a sweet pea, <br /> Moist and fragrant <br /> Blows against my soul. <br /> What are you to me, boy, <br /> That I, who have passed so many lights, <br /> Should carry your eyes <br /> Like swinging lanterns?<br /><br />Lola Ridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nocturne-45/
