A beaded curtain of thick warm air
Hangs between the moon and I.
She is perfection, seductive and full
Her face framed in locks of blackness
Silver dripping from heavenly eyes.
A jasmine wind blows a song
Playing its intoxicating notes
Sweet and sultry, like good sax.
Breathing its beat,
I close my eyes and sway
Moving slow in a mood indigo
I take the hand of night.
We waltz to the tune of jasmine petals
That lilt about on the drunken breeze
Like the stars shimmering in her gown.
Awash in the sea of her divinity
And the perfume that is her
We love, drinking wine in dreams.
It is the way of the night,
When midnight eyes
Believe moonlight lies.
MiaWhiten © 2006
Rainy Day Mizchyfe
· Wed Mar 03, 2010 @ 05:01am · 0 Comments