Nocturne
Romance and love under the cover of darkness
Amazed to watch her play with the night
She spins intrigue of darkness, attention of cold
When the midnight sky is black with pollution
she wears the flames of stars in her eyes
I’m merely a moth, drawn into her glow
and the sweetness of cider on her skin,
disoriented by her spinning nocturne,
entranced by her weaving of dew-covered webs
She dances exuberantly like the cracking wind
Limbs like branches stroke ink pad heavens
She sways like waves against shores unseen
Her spirit can pull the tides but she chooses me
A playful smile reveals crescent moonlight
catching fallen fantasies to make them real
Electric sleeplessness began our daydream
running together, into twilight
Happy World Poetry Month!
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Rachel Ramkaran
Rachel is an eclectic wordsmith, avid flow artist, and contributing Editor-At-Large for the Canadian literary journal, Blood & Bourbon. Sign up for her email list or find her on Twitter, Instagram, and watershieldpoetic.com.
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