this night

softly the 

unexpressed desires

blotch the 

lilywhite neck and

it is the

melancholia that lingers long

into the

night long 

after the

light has been snuffed out

moisten your lips while the

outspoken shadows keep

ownership of the

deserted corridors

enthral the neck-hairs and walk out into the

night

hold your head in your hands when the

alabaster moon begins to

notate herself heavily in the

corners of forgotten

euphoria

remember this night.