In the Dead of Night
Stealth in the dead of night
His advance afloat evanescent waves
Gliding ever so gently
Hovering on a cloud of velvet
Lurking like a thief
His approach on pervading wafts of gardenia
Stealth in the still of night
Under a hazy moon in a starless sky
The brush of his lips on her eyelids
Disturbs her sleep
In the most delectable way
Nudging her senses
As he slips into her dreams
And invades her world
One breath at a time
Shivering whispers
Barely deciphered
And in the morning
Vanishes not a trace
Lest the faint scent of blue gardenia
AP: 2nd place 2022
Submitted on June 25, 2018 for LATE JUNE 2018 PREMIERE CONTEST sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 10TH
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