Beauty in Darkness
by Renascentia Bella Morte
In the darkness of night
Soaking in the moonlight
Wearing it like lingerie
Drenched in it like
A flower blooming from its glowing rays.
She speaks to the stars
Her intentions,
Her desires
In that very last moment
From out of her lips
She whispers your name
As she begins to feel her body lit on fire
There is always beauty to be seen
Sometimes it is right in front of us
We only need a little reminding
It can be anything and mean everything
I wrote this during the full moon.
No comments:
Post a Comment