The Night Is My Lover


My soul belongs to the night,
it’s web wraps around my halo
like a luscious laced cameo.

The beating of my heart,
echoes deep within the night.
Pounding,
grinding to an eerie beat
taking in the darkness
as if gasping for air.

I lack color,
and hues,
I’m perfumed by it’s aroma.

My heart glows
from the nights fire,
as the night burns with my desire.

Amanda Shelton

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