Midnight's Kindred Spirit Poem by Elizabeth Sheaffer

Midnight's Kindred Spirit



My Creature Of Darkness:
The moonlight
breathes life into you,
moving you
to the depths of your soul.
You sway in the breeze,
dancing
with the moonbeams
gleaming on the riverface.
Your gaze
burns through
everything it lights upon.
Your touch
sears all within reach,
including my fragile heart.
Your tongue flickers out,
whispering
secrets of the night
into my waiting ear.
Your lips,
closing in,
as ripe as the scented fruit trees
you rest beneath
in the harsh daylight,
pull back at the last second.
Such A Tease.

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