— a poem of potpourris.

Mistress

There’s something about tonight.

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There’s something about the air tonight
winter chills softly cramming in between
your music fits entirely right
each chord becomes the crowd
but never overwhelming.

It’s also how the skies are
weather stitching heaven-like patterns
and moonlight lingers around the ribs,
enchanting our limbs;
reluctant to leave.

But it’s mostly how you are.
With silent eyes; calm and placid
fixated fleetingly on my flawed entirety,
Arms and warmth wrapping tightly
whilst I sculpt a smile right there;
where the heartbeat ceases to exist.

I hope it stays like this; the memory at least,
I hope they remain still
even when you’ll creep
back to her in the morning.

Everything falls so wholly right
even when you’re not.