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

& On Monday Writes @ My Blog-Verses

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