The Deep Midnight

Unfolding the darkness,
She appears,
A deeper midnight,
Darker shade of obsidian.
Her eyes glint
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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