Beauty of Night
Candles scented and placed on the bedside,
giving room to scan the novel, left to read.
Soft music played, prepped to soothe the self,
as cocoa butter lotions the skin to smooth.
Silk sheets await the body, cold vices on tune,
no time to tell on when the numbness is due.
Tingles are now present, slowly fading into non-existence,
for some moments are as sober as the mind.
Workplace troubles have no home here,
neither are complications of the world,
there lies dreams of possibilities,
where manifestations arise.
Dreaming is believing, reality is mean,
the choice to keep floating will always come cheap.
"Sometimes we live in our minds rent free, to escape from the cruelty of reality" ~ Izintombi Zamambo
15 November 2022
'Beauty of Night' Poetry Contest
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Copyright © Izintombi Zamambo | Year Posted 2022
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