once a midnight fox

luna swelled in her sky and brightened the night with a darker shade of obsidian.

companions in this journey gathered near with merry drink and puffs of smoke divine. 

we did as men do and licked wounds, stroked egos, and at certain moments interjected genuine warmth..

all while creasing chills from the breeze passing by on it's way to nowhere in particular. 

our minds wondered, as after a hearty meal we let machine grace follow a road of it's own choosing. 

my thoughts lingered low, familiar, toward her. she was once was called fox.

aye, the enigma of mystique she.

for all this time she has found me the taste of this night, and all other like it.

and now without the assurance of her immediate response, i am uncomfortably anew.