Ode to the Night

The sun is a delight
in its time and place,
and yet I chase the night,
 
my first love,
my ebon mistress,
my dark pleasure,
my inamorata,
 
to breath her musk,
kiss and touch
her mystery,
close my eyes
and disappear into her
dusky folds.
 
But if a sudden storm
flashes across the darkness
I hope the night
doesn't ..... see .....
my ..... infidelity .....

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Volume 2, Issue 16, Posted 8:33 AM, 08.06.2010