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]

Drenched

Northern lights show iris spectacular like lit flame when in moonbeams you gleam phenomenal. Without warning, melting reluctantly into evening’s arms under coveted retreat, after hours of grazing me with engaging heat. Concentration of blazing eyes set to raze my resistance could not deflect an insistence to devour piece by piece, until you fully consummate the enraged defiance and utter infatuation created within. How could one restrain or deny, when in inclusive submission we wish to lie. Inviolably sipped quietly from me, you subdue with sweet strangled grip. Yet femme fatale has most compelling stretch. Her sound leaving tainted violations upon your way in, and a request to be smeared across restricted spaces by potions simmered in intuition’s beating chest. And remember you her tantalizing slap across your face. For if you know the camouflage, you may infiltrate the rest. Still taking away her countenance was only half the test, the other his tortured yearning for with drenching night she's swept. And he is left standing, with these heated words in hand, wishing deep to dip his darkness, inside her once again...