Night
the moon rises
her candle-lit glow dances
casting shadows on walls
as she weaves in and out
of night's winded breath
fingering every inch of darkness
as she thrusts herself forward
night moans
in a climax of screams
then becomes silent
under freshly fallen dew
she tucks herself beneath covers
and awaits morning's blush
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2013
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