Night comes on tiptoed steps,
slipping across the stark glare of life.
Night comes in stealthy strides,
wrapping itself around the hungry heart.
into linen transformed by its touch.
Night covers with silken robes,
its cool breath awakening senses.
the call of lusty desire.
Night conceals, disguises, disarms the
illusion of sin, the voice of reason.
behind the dream, the giver of hope
to passions denied in the daylight.
Sweet conqueror, champion of the body,
beguiler of hearts and stealer of souls;
whispers into the velvet shade which
blinks the world to sleep.
Waiting for the lover, the cover,
the warm blanket to hide the
harsh truths that shine in the
face of another day