Night
whispering
Singing
from the nothingness
Of
the darkness outside
Trees
swaying in a dance
To
the soft breeze
Increasing
in crescendo
Interrupting
the silence
As
lone stars stand to watch
Peering
like eager spectators
Tangling
strangely alone
Two
as a pair
Roughly
then tenderly
Lighting
the fire bags
Turning
on the heat in bits
Swaying
each back and forth
To
sojourn in exploration
Before
their lips meet
To
lock like an auto machine
Entangled
in emotions
Hands
roaming wild
To
meet at separate points
Where
each acquires wings
To
soar each to their own heights
All
lost in moments
Ending
in whimpers and whispers
Of
satisfaction swaying them
Away
into nightly bliss
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