Midnight on Royal Street by Connie Johnson

naked in moonlight 

an unassailable moment 

tonight is a river of wine 

and what passes for salvation 

violet noir magenta and 

bleu de france

everything feels translucent 

the birds that fly only at midnight 

flutter atop a willow tree 

on Royal Street 

and in this moment you are 

my lonely palette of grays and indigo

I am a musical murmur of voices in the court 

where all seven of your sisters reside

Connie Johnson is a Los Angeles, CA-based Pushcart Prize nominee whose poetry has appeared in San Pedro River Review, Syncopation Literary Journal, Cholla Needles,  The Rye Whiskey Review,    and Writing in a Woman’s Voice. Everything is Distant Now (Blue Horse Press), her debut poetry collection, is available on Amazon; In a Place of Dreams, her digital album/chapbook, can be found at www.jerryjazzmusician.com