Restlessness descends ~
And a dim-lit place confined by light
Broadens other senses, if not
Sight..
Softly drifts ~
Something felt, not entirely unseen
Whispered to me in the candles
Flickering
Though the darkness still ~
She quivers in implied delight
And love and lust synonymous at their
Height..
It is there ~
What is better left unknown
Has found me in the shadows, all
Alone
And sooner gone ~
Then shifting dreams and small
Sounds of freight, in the silence, and the
Night..