Knight of nights

KNIGHT OF NIGHTS On brink of slumber, finding rainbow's dream, Eminating from the screen of mystical,pale, translucent light, Behold!, No thief within the night, A bold and brazen image true, Optical illusion? A towering Knight! Entreating desire and passion therein, To overflow from deep, dark, caverns, within, Grasp a thread, of that same light, Go soar, with Gods, above the night. Longing's moan arose ,before the Phantom touch. Incarcerated long, within leaden tombs, lamenting, Heart and soul cry out in pain, Pursue, partake this cup again. Soft, gentle hands reach out to breast, The beast inside, once more caressed. Behold!, That sweet pulsating beat, Head, heart, my whole not yet complete, Scintillating tinglings, vestige afire, Wrestle not, with earth's own desire. A breath, a voice, whisperings low, Tones of need, and lust, I know. So well I know!, but long since thrust, Into memory's hall, of passion's dust. Radiating primative desire, Passion pounding, lust's welcome fire. Within the caverns deep in me, Flames kindled, reviving, engulfing me. Unclothed, standing, hypnotised, Apparitions reality ,in my eyes. Naked! By whom?, How can this be? Yet, feel those hands caressing, Fondling,softly, firmly, boldly. Provoking, drawing on this soul, Come unto me, this night be whole Written December 15th, 2001 © on Dec 14 2001 09:53 PM PST, Patricia Rosenberg   0 • 16 • 8