In The Still Of The Night Poem by valsala shan

Darkness swiftly descends upon these wandering musings..
The night is thick with the anticipation of the unknown…
Thoughts swirling in motion, taking flight in dancing..
Thoughts, the parody of desires ungrown…
Needs incubated in the recesses of the inner sanctions of the temple of lust

Sown in time and released into the dark of the night..
Panting, gasping, groping …the sounds of the thoughts penetrate the pedestal..
Smooth, lucid thoughts merge within the pedestal, fantasy has taken flight…
They are one, these thoughts, which take pleasure in the realm of the brothel…
Till time crushes these thoughts into the fires of dust…

In the still of the night, these musings cannot be heard…
For lost are the thoughts…. in the still of the night.