Nyctophilia

To love the night or darkness.

I watch movies

Where people fall in love at night

Under blankets

                Sharing secrets

And cold toes warmed against each other’s backs

Smiling

                Giggling

At the warmth of breath under covers

Basking under the soft glow of stars

You never got around to putting on the ceiling fan

 

But I fell in love with the

           Night

                As it washed over my skin

I was cooled by its touch

                It wrestled the fever from my body

And quieted these drops of sunny skies

         That resides in my eyes

 

It enveloped me in hushed light

Provoking my hair to stand on end

Caressing my surfaces

                And infiltrating my ears with

The gratifying silence of

                                Dark blue

 

The night colors me like a bruise

While moonlight heals me

                Like hematite

And when I should fine myself

                                                Dehydrated

The stars offer a satiating drink

Soothing this fraught mind of mine

                With lies only evening coolness can

           Convey

 

This is why I fell in love with

                                Midnight

And it’s witching hour accomplices 

Author's Note

everything here is intentional

Reviews

[SonOfPlunder]

Interesting imagery here, i like it

[Roger Turgeon]

Nice. A lot of imagery to consider. I was drawn in to how you were effected by the night.