The hours grew late
And a partially devoured moon sat heavy
In the austere swollen sky

Pregnant with vengeance
It gives birth to ghosts of sorrow
And I am powerless as sleep prevails

I floated, suspended above
Lazily dancing in decadent choreography
To the alluring voice inside the darkness

I shivered at the sounds pouring forth
The cleverly laced notes of intimate offerings
And melted into ecstasy

Sing to me, I will listen
Sing to me, I will obey
Sing to me, claim me forever

The darkness vociferously declared his love for me
Enveloping me in his resplendent melody
And I succumbed zealously my heart

I craved his touch, his voice, his soul
And the sacred space within me quivered
As he sculpted and massaged his lyricism into me

Sing to me, I will listen
Sing to me, I will obey
Sing to me, claim me forever

I became a gallery of unspeakable desires
Compelled to call out his name
Subservient to his will

His lips brushed mine
Breathing his final symphony into my lungs
And like a phantom he vanished

I could no longer feel him, hear him
I reached out across the vast emptiness
And found nothing but eerie silence

As I felt the insatiable warmth of the morning sun
I could feel him lingering on my skin
And realized daylight would forever be my enemy.

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