MIDNIGHT SKIN
The room is dark with shadows feigning
Melancholy airs, ordaining
Some deep mystery to begin,
As you wrap me up in midnight skin.
A branch against the window brushing
Softly snares your gentle blushing
Chest and cheek and lifted chin,
As you wrap me up in midnight skin.
The candle's flame in fits of flutter
Guides your touch of melted butter,
Gives my mind an easy spin,
As you wrap me up in midnight skin.
Just you and me with time to squander
Over fields of flesh to wander,
Places where we've never been,
As you wrap me up in midnight skin.
D. Edgar Lamp
www.TheDailyPoem.org
Kyrielle
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment