The Night

Her kiss was the flavor of sin that tempted the light to fall
Brown eyes devoid of lies
She beckons out of the darkness
Mirroring your true desires
Staccato heart beat drumming in your ears
To see her is to pay reverence;
Head bowed
On your knees
The void in her absence amplified by the wholeness in her love
Death was built to hold you close,
To love
To want you to fulfil your dreams
Before you come to her
Prostrate and filled with wonder
The night was created for her
Her arms spread wide
Gentle fingers will wipe your tears
And tilt your chin upward
Death was built to care

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