CONQUERED
His hair is ink black.
She fears her fingers
will come away black too
brushing through
the short coarse strands.
She likes it best
after a fight, sweat-damp.
In the dim light,
his wet dark eyes
seem as black as his hair,
as mirrors tipped up
to an empty night sky.
They reflect nothing,
not the fixed stars,
not the moon, not her.
But like the tide,
she always comes back.
~ Julie deGarie
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: “Julie deGarie lives in the gorgeous Northern Rockies. She has been published in The Adroit Journal, Neon Magazine, The Haiku Journal, and other places.”