William G Gillespie

Pleasure

An autumn night
with you and I 

am in its thrum,
for days. Attuned 

like crickets
to your right small 

eye and the ease
of dawn. A monarch

butterfly stabs in a street-
light, north then south. 

The clock on the wall stops
ticking. It is nice 

to get up
and turn off the light.

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William G Gillespie lives and writes in Brooklyn, NY. His poems have appeared in Volume, Rust + Moth, Eunoia Review and elsewhere.