Nightsong

Songs of passion
in framed silhouettes
plastered against a vast sky

Vibrant colours whistling
through opaque walled mirrors
mimic a sunset glow

Darkness peeling off
as scales from a distant memory
fading ooh too quickly

a nostalgic aftertaste
Riding on ominous waves
Ripples the night

You could sense the chords
a violently struck tambourine
gratifying in her voice

A sweet piercing rendition
begging for the gentle touch
of the soothing night breeze

A succulent succubus
rises from the ashes of her toil
To begin the day with a kiss

Featured Image Credit Sam Moqadam on Unsplash


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Olutomi Akinsanya


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