Dec 2017
On Midnight Delights
“Into the night we find beauty where darkness finds comfort.”
Nyctophilia
noun
“a love or preference for night, darkness.”
But my heart soaks up the light,
enough to survive.
I am more than this moonlit creature,
I am made up of stardust, flesh,
and bone.
Yet not like the rest,
I reside beyond your wildest dreams.
Where day and night collide
is where my heart loves to hide.
I crawl up into the moons beams
to cat nap on its streams
of leftover shimmers,
as I watch you surf my dreamers.
I then roll you over my tongue
pushing you out as a poetic format.
You are my passionate rose,
blooming for me, and my love
hydrates your plumage,
as my poetic heart feeds
your dreams with my rooted logic.
Time: 12:00am
© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton | The Weathering Poet | The Moonlight Rose | The Dark Poet Eats The Night | Gothic Muse 1.0
“Into the night we find beauty where darkness finds comfort.”
Nyctophilia
noun
“a love or preference for night, darkness.”
But my heart soaks up the light,
enough to survive.
I am more than this moonlit creature,
I am made up of stardust, flesh,
and bone.
Yet not like the rest,
I reside beyond your wildest dreams.
Where day and night collide
is where my heart loves to hide.
I crawl up into the moons beams
to cat nap on its streams
of leftover shimmers,
as I watch you surf my dreamers.
I then roll you over my tongue
pushing you out as a poetic format.
You are my passionate rose,
blooming for me, and my love
hydrates your plumage,
as my poetic heart feeds
your dreams with my rooted logic.
Time: 12:00am
© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton | The Weathering Poet | The Moonlight Rose | The Dark Poet Eats The Night | Gothic Muse 1.0
(37/F/Bakersfield California)
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