September Nights
darkness sneaks in
through moonlit-creased skies
and scribbles on these lonely walls,
it's not night that propositions me,
it's memories (and you)
coming from within long, lonely nights
that echo with doors slamming shut
on the command of a seasoned wind.
as another night arrives,
i tuck myself in as the moon does
beneath her feathered-clouds,
my breath is as moist as night's air
as i drift off to sleep.
night's shadows seduce me,
pressing me harder and harder
atop this tangled web of sheets,
that hold me tighter than thoughts
yet my mind is naked, more so than i
as i rush towards the peak
of this moment, this night
that can't end all too soon.
i listen to the stroke
of clock's hands
as they rape me of emotion
i hear the bells toll
and revisit that moment again
i mourn beneath night's veil
hours before i arise
with morning alone...
awaking to the rise and fall
of winded breath, howling
just outside my window
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