The night draws pictures in my mind,I find in them a poetry that lines up perfectly with me,
and I look carefully,don't want to smudge the artistry of pictures made from poetry.
The night can please me,slow and easy,one step at a time and each step I take is mine alone,
they echo down along the frame filled walls within me and fill me with such confidence that no pretence could mask.
I ask only this,one night time kiss,one more time around the block before I knock the light off.