Unfolding the darkness,
She appears,
A deeper midnight,
Darker shade of obsidian.
Her eyes glint
Once…
Twice…
A flash of emerald….
Something more.
An unseen moon emerges from obscured clouds
It lights her contours,
Curvaceous and smooth;
I would run,
But I can’t.
Wouldn’t you?
But the deep midnight has me,
It always did.
I’m stuck between an indigo dream
And an oil-slick nightmare;
There’s no escape.
There never was.
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Lines 15-20…love luv loove
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Such powerful imagery!!
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Wonderful writing.
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Not sure how to say of this – if it is a fantastic dream you have or the nightmare? Both, I think?
Amazing, my friend.
Yes, I think both.