The night sky glistens under the cold pearl moon
As my eyes stay solemnly open knowing the rise of the high sun at noon
Every nerve,
Shaken with a vibrant wake.
One so distinct in purity
It’s that of cupids delicious bake.
The flour itself, made from opiates so strong and untamed
Leaving one with distorted chatter and forgetful of thy name
Oh how this tooth aches
For such perfection one cannot take
At the peak of night when one so early must wake
Vulnerable to the mysterious night
Hoping tomorrows day will bring a nibble or a bite
Oh lord i cry!
Give me sleep on such restless of lovers nights