Night is emblem of death,
discord and delirium,
yet I allowed myself to tread
along darkening streets of cobblestone
as thoughts of you caress burning skin.
I whispered your name
longing for you to unfurl me
as petals of unadulterated rose
and deep conversation.
Photo credits: touchofcolor
Posted for ‘Quadrille #58′ @ dVerse Pub
and on ‘Tuesday Platform’ @ Real Toads