Midnight Romance

By day, our eyes drown within seas of light, In the void of the dark, there, we can see! That’s why, when I took her into the night, I recall each second with clarity: I beheld crimson in roses I brought, Surrendered at once to porcelain palms, O, her ivory face was all I sought. Her cerulean eyes; subject of psalms. In a gasp I looked down through charcoal coat, Beholding obsidian in my heart, Did I dare ‘nore ashes of words I wrote? Better to leave in smoke than fall apart. In absinthe leaves, she laid hands ‘pon my face, O sable night! She has brought me to grace. 1 November 2017 Written for "Midnight Romance" contest, sponsored by Dale Gregory Cozart