Brazen Night

Feverish light, constant haze and torrential downpour,

I lay flat awake in my unbuttoned jeans, bare chest, feeling sour.

I hear a loud thud, my gaze shifted to the door, leaving behind my thoughts on the wall,

Brazen actions in my mind, left for a stroll.

I see, barely, an angelish figure, dressed in black, stepping inside my old crooked cottage,

I wonder, who bestowed me with the divine presence, may be an ambage.

The angelish figure started moving towards me, like she in the rythm with the nature,

I look at her, from the corner of my eye, I wonder, who is that angelish creature.

She is nearing me and I am afraid, she senses my eerie and put her warm finger on my chapped lips,

Her touch reminded me of her, I might be dreaming, she smelt like tulips.

My eerie turned to warm comfort, I lie bare, waiting for her,

She lays down beside me, her hand on my forehead was a lullaby enough, presented my pain a comforter.

I felt her lips on mine and I was assured, she is not any angel, she is my never ending love, my destiny, my purpose,

She came for my rescue, yanked me from my never ending misery, and again I was in the worldly circus.

I moved on top, devoured every grain of her, our eyes met, it was like when a stable boy looks at her love, her rescuer, for the first time,

I would never leave her, I bet my every dime.

I made love to her all night till dawn prevailed on us,

I was ecstatic when I saw her lying beside me, NO, I was not dreaming, my destiny rescued me from all the worldly fuss.

The night has ended, dawn has prevailed, it's a new day, a new life, I am awake, wild, rogue, looking at the never ending sky above,

No you cannot defeat me, look who is holding my hand, beware, it's my love.