Night in africa walks
into day as quickly
as a moth is extinguished
by its desire for flame
the clouds in the caribbean carry
night like a young man
with a proud erection dripping
black dots across the blue sky
the wind its mistress of the sun howls
her displeasure at the involuntary
fertilization
but nights are white
in new york
the shrouds of displeasure
mask our fear of facing
ourselves between the lonely
sheets
by Nikki Giovanni
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