When midnight seeps in
through the panes of my window
And flutters my curtains
with a sinister breath.

I lay in a daze
of chameleons and pearls
The foul taste of nighttime
dampening my tongue.

When it wraps round my toes
and tickles my armpits
And meets my bare lips
with a far to eager kiss.

Returning once more,
me, to imminent darkness
Till I am no more
than moss hidden under the mist