Midnight Romance
In what a dazzling look she comes tonight
Cerulean sky laughing in her brook
Obsidian orbs in eyes to ignite
A crimson lust for every longing nook
In charcoal ash of roses on the floor
He stares how she makes them blossom again
In smoke of love birds go wild as they soar
As he strokes her smooth skin like porcelain
Her pearls and sable as they unfasten
A drink of absinthe he holds up to her
Ivory mist invites horses that stun
A surreal quenching of wild hunger
As the night train north and southward they meet
The tulips of snow blush in their heartbeat
October, 18, 2018
For the Poetry Contest: Midnight Romance Contest
Sponsored by: Dale Gregory Cozart
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