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.