Ivory Etchings

watching as twilight crept over the brothers and stars being re-birthed to fortify the Great Wall street lights line to ignite, the shimmering black mantel concealing azimuth, and seductive ebony lips slide,over the lamp once more, A visage of ivory looks upon earth on the cusp is where your found, a palled specter drifting shadow to shadow passing as a will-o-wisp of ebony vistas, always out of touch with the sense of perception lulled into deception, as one fingernails breadth breaches truth, trouncing the foolhardy the blaze phases, and passion is pendulous but still, twilight bewitches, and the ivory succubus of night mesmerizes all, with moon eyes as the mantel of seduction, rolls with reverence over azimuth, her willing victims are waiting, etched in ivory