Notte Vista

I sometimes peek from rooftops when no one is looking. I sneak to ledges at the edge of the night. To glance across the jungle that is my half lit city entranced. To sit upon a lingering cloud after the sun sleeps and mystery prances. I step quietly up the stairs to where it is empty. To climb out as fog cascades over sky when finding my footing. Hand gripping the ends for life is always slipping. I dip into the moonlight with my fingertips, and it is delicious. Dark beauty captivates and leaves the mind lingering. Breathless draw kisses while nighttime adoring. I sometimes peek from rooftops when no one is looking.

[Photo by Bellezza Caotica]