Where the light does not enter
Is where I’ll find you entombed,
I can feel your heartbeat
Whispers carried by a sigh of the weather
A zephyr rustling through every fiber
Breathing through my sleeves.

I hear you.
I feel you.

Where the moon shies behind
The cover of black satin cloud,
I’ll take you under dead oak canopies
In your polished cherry wood chariot
Where the nocturnal ones scurry,
As I park you past where  their toe-tapping susurrus
Leaves a gentle tuft of leaves like a gentle blanket.

Within the cusp of deep dusk
And the heart of the sylvan columns
Red-eyed ****** watching from tree tops
Hooting in encouraged delight,
As I open your door,
Adoring the way you rest so peacefully.

Whisper sweet
Into the thick of the fog
Rolling through like a clashing wave of cool, misty cover
As bats screech and ballet across the black sky
Where the smattering of glittery diamonds
Sparkle just for you, if you would open your eyes.

I uncork my vineyard's bounty
As the red drips and pours over your alabaster face
Across those unchanged but chapped pink lips,
As sapphire eyes shoot awake like a Narcan spike
I am met with your embrace and a kiss to the palm,
Lapping up the elixir, you savor it like a favorite flavor
And I know I have done well.

I hear you,
I feel you,
Countess.