the night air begins to cool
from the summer's bliss
to an autumn's mist
an era she missed
a midnight's climate at it's most devine;
Nocturna, in her niche.
yet, the scene isn't complete ~
for she longs for him
the lingering desire that forever remains
the same
Saint Valentine, come to me
hold me close, make me complete
tracing, a heart, onter her limb
lightening skin
for she longs for his soul
save me from this conundrum
and burn for me
like the air i breath
YOU ARE READING
Nocturna
Poetrythis is a series of poetry, and each and every one of them were written as i sat outside, in the middle of the night.
