Outside golden light
gleaming soft upon my skin.
Such a strong sense of you
as I bend towards sleep,
exchange a smile that’s shyly
lewd, mournful and serene.
Night grew quiet as I recalled
brutality and sadism that
seem to appear in cyclical pattern.

 

Photo credits: Pinterest

Posted for ‘Quadrille #59′ @ dVerse Pub

And on ‘Tuesday Platform’ @ Real Toads