Halls of the Dark Muse

Embrace the Night

The night quickens
it came first
something slow and rolling
moving through the blood stream
leaving behind sensual taste

It slides
over the body
flesh awakened
made alive

Something fades
into the background
with invisible eyes
watching

But never has
every nerve
been so stimulated

Desire chills the senses
reflected within mirrored
surfaces of frozen
rose petals

You begin to feel
the rise
no longer an ebbing tide
but an unrestful heart
thickens in the veins.