Diurnal

She loves the early morning mist, still, sounds muted,

Frissons of cool stealing round her ankles, wayward, timid,

Ready to bolt as the hammer of heat stands poised …

She loves the night, cooling to chocolatey silk, melting, melding,

Pinpricks ablaze to fade to teasing haze, slithering, soundless screams,

Ease down, ease down,

Sweet slumber sequesters the senses … adrift, all is still.