From the Still of the Night
In the still of the night,
I become intoxicated with the moon's soft light,
the view of Roxy Anne, City Lights.
Whispers of the wind caress my lampogen,
I let her back into my skin.
as I let my thoughts unravel, within I am drunk in;
each breath
Petraglyphs a dance, each sigh a song prepping for romance.
In this moment, I truly belong
where Time stands still, in this tranquil space,
my cup I fill-
as I lose myself in her gentle embrace,
distilled amoress.
Life draws me onto her milky page
as the night slowly slips away,
I carry this feeling into the light of day.
For in the fill of the night,
I find my soul laying upon her canvas spotlight,
may she never dry up or fade,
or cease being my muse-ment park and
sight seeing eighties and nineties Valley Girl babe. Perhaps she can romantically teleport us back to lovers/memory lane.
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