Midnights

Love seems like a prime time series Archaic I have come to think Ticking itself away taking forever Breath taking like the balmy weather Bringing a blithe spirit like Vintage leather I petty those that want us to asunder Killing two birds with one stone Eating us away like evil Filling the chalice of the devil There is an empyreal radiance To our love Often times the ephemeral Joys of childhood Sometimes maundering through life Like a man without a single ambition Your love is my blanket The one I pull over every night Warmth it brings under the moonlight To my nebulous niche That you explore with puissance