Night mocks in pretty dark blooms, as i
wake in a dream, something in my throat,
as i choke, gargling in water, would you
even bother?
Sometimes, if i am a good girl, i will
fly, wanting to get high on shadows
and secrets…..
I sip and slumber in daydream wonder…
If we hold hands with big grins, we could
color nocturnal, but, only for a little while
until we got bored, and skip to another
scene to bleed….
I want to drink sunsets endlessly,
sinfully, telling bedtime stories….
You…i…roused, what would you show
me when everyone sleeps?
In fields of dusk and dew i run….
come find me….
PoeticDarkness 
Steve Manolis
I was re-visiting your older post…and fell again from the beauty of this poem.
angelicdarkness70
Thank you😃
prospermind
Beautifully written!! Happy to be back at your place!
Hope you’re well. 🙂
angelicdarkness70
Glad you are back and visiting 😛…I am doing well and dealing with life’s lessons and chaotic madness.. Lol… How are you and where have you been?
Steve Manolis
I want to drink sunsets endlessly. Love that image and this poem
angelicdarkness70
Thank you so much for reading my friend 😄