The Night has come...

The night has arrived,
the blinding yellows and burning oranges have been swallowed by the mysterious black.
Pitch black.
Yet hearts glow like the countless stars,
Eyelids close and desires breathe.

A secretive woman lies on her back,
Strokes her hair,
looks up to the sky.

A flirtatious smile,
A deeper inhale,
Eyes shut,
Chest rises.

It's the image of you.

She dreams,
but it's true.
She prays,
but there's no need.
It is true.

Her feet are like rose petals that caress your skin,
Her arms the wind that grabs, holds, envelops, and yearns to touch...you.
Her navel a placid lake, that wishes to make you float and bathe inside.
Her neck, a sweet waterfall.
She opens her chest to draw you in, to welcome you in.
She offers a warm meadow of green and life and peace.
Lay here,
Lay here.

She lies on her back,
Her movements now slower,
give in to the world of dreams.

She still smiles.

Eyes shut.
You're here...