As the rest of the world sleeps
I
move through night
like a shadow growing and becoming more defined
with the
death of light
My being moves
and seeps into
crevices that will not allow
The physical
a metaphysical transmutation
Kissing and licking
blackened density…the calm
of silence
The heightened hearing of
deep
nothing…..
Eyes wide open but
still nothing is beheld
Voided anonymity…
Beauty inside of the present state of being
The ability to become hidden
assimilated into shared matter
Listen…
The sound of a lone whistle
the hissing sound of something
Invisible
but all too real and alive
visions of interpreted mentally engraved images
clinging to an ebony framed consciousness
drinking but never beholding the vessel from which
the sources of the
sweetest piquancy flows
Drowning…
Killing the incarnation of the creature that consumes the Day…
Becoming
recreated to communicate without communication
just reveling in feeling…
using my senses of
Intense pleasure
Elevated hearing…
My visualization of smell
It is my erogenous zone….
Darkness, deep thick blanketed darkness
BABy(c)2011
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