Night

The flickering moonlight

Laced by a restrained gasp

Like a cloak the still of night

Creeps up on my back

There are murmurs in my ear

Did I hear them right?

A million ripples glaze the skin

Burning every yearning pore

Is it a call to sin?

Persistent breath forming rhythms

Against the nape of my neck

Tugs the strings down below

The butterflies are released

Against the growing horizon light

Spelling an end to romance

Between me and seductress night