Carmilla

When the inky black of night

Washes over the day's canvas

That is your time

Your blood red lips

Your alabaster skin

mesmerize

Your scent

intoxicates

Your raven hair

binds me

even as I stroke it

I bloom under your touch

With each soft unfolding

I become more of you

and less of myself

With the sun

you are gone

I sleepwalk

through the shell of the day

waiting for yellow/pink sky

to become indigo

Come the gloaming

We drink each other in

Nourishing

Depleting

Again and again.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Bits of Inspiration, Queen of the Night

The Girl In the Window

Edvard Munch "The Girl in the Window" (detail) 1893

She gazes from her window at the night

Her face framed in the pane as hours pass

The midnight stars shine 'neath the moon's pale light

Upon the floor, reflections from the glass

She sings a gentle melody learned from

The lullaby of crickets in the weed

A summer breeze accompanies her hum

Into the darkness daily thoughts recede

Her body willows as it bends and sways

She wears a gown of soft white cotton cloth

So shaded from the sun's demanding rays

These moments are as fragile as a moth

In twilight's inky indigo she's whole

The night's tender caresses soothe her soul.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Artistic Interpretations, Stillness, Silence, and Solitude with Margaret

Bats

The day is done now; comes the gloaming

Creatures of the dark are roaming

Wings of leather, bodies warm

Gracefulness of function, form

Like two hands inside of gloves

Circling the sky above 

Clicks and echoes in the night

Shadowed hunters take to flight

Blackness ends now; sunrise soon

Hide again, birds of the moon.

Moon Bats by RichO

submitted for Poetic Bloomings, Prompt 92, Gone To the Birds (I know bats are not birds, but they fly and they're cool!)

The Longing

image by Rosie Hardy

Slide under my window

Go to my bed, where I wait

Unsated but for your touch

Such is my fate; such is my luck

Succubus, I live for night

Fight the day's start

Heartbeats double for your lack

Blackness covers me, soft and deep

Keep me wrapped in your spell

Quell the thirst in me

Tea of night, thick and dark, I drink

Blink back the awakening

Cling to you, though only mist

Kissed by a dream.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Mini Challenge, Chained Rhyme

Fire/Light

source

Now I know

the brightest light at night

isn't a star

It's the light that dances in your eyes

that sparks the flame within me

Kindling kisses

We burn through the night

throwing ourselves on the fire

to fuel more

and more

until the last glowing ember has

extinguished itself

with itself

In the morning light

we drink our coffee

In the sugar bowl

are ashes.

submitted for Thursday Think Tank, #89 Light, at Poets United

Of Moonlight and Thieves

photo by Mariya Mileva

If locked doors make for thieves

I will lock every door

in the world

so you will steal me away

The moon is too bright

 I can not sleep

for the Man's staring

Let the owl pluck out his eyes

so I can fly away with you

unseen

The nightingale

will tell no one

but the stars

Little fox

come raid the hen house

                                             I will be waiting for you

                                             my feathers red in the moonlight

                                             No bounty for the hunter

                                             no eggs in the morning

                                             Just the gossip and squabbling

                                             of sisters left behind

                                             wondering

                                             whether to be sad or

                                             envious

       submitted for

 Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Kerry's Wednesday Challenge,  Triptych-Poetry In Three Parts

We Write Poems, #97, A Study In Transitions

Poets United, Thursday Think Tank, #87, Moon

Love Brings

West path, grey morning (2009) by Thomas Robinson

On dove grey mornings Love brings me the hues

He lends the day its colors from his eyes

The ashen sky is painted shades of blues

I turn to him and smile as I rise

On tuneless mornings Love brings me the song

The day begins with love notes soft and clear

And in his voice the words are never wrong

A harmony so gentle to the ear

On jagged mornings Love brings me the balm

He smooths my edges til they're not so rough

He touches me, restores my sense of calm

But knows that nights are made of different stuff

Where Love brings days of color, song, and light
In dark mystery and quiet, rules the night.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Happy Leap Day Toads

and Poetry Jam, Anaphora Poem

Dreams of Earth and Heaven

image source

When ink stained twilight descends

I search for you, my divine succubus

Black lace angel

Guardian of my secrets

Wrap me tight in your raven feathers

that I wear the veins in your wings

like those of my own skin

We will fly later

Now is the time

for earthbound delights

The night is dying

and the moon fades in the sky

like milk into morning coffee

Before you leave

Please lay a feather

silken and jet

upon my pillow

and I promise to dream

of heaven.

submitted for dVerse Poets Pub, Open Link Night, Week 27

Night (A Nonet)

Like a cloak over her bare shoulders
Black night descends about the day
Pulling, shrugging, settling in
Day sighs in gratitude
Heaviness ,comfort
are to be hers
Night will rule
She will
sleep

submitted for Poetic Bloomings, Prompt 18, There's A Moon Out Tonight

When the Nighttime

When the nighttime comes
do not love me gently
I want to know
you ache for me

When the nighttime comes
do not seek permission
enter without knocking
steal like a thief

I want to wear the nighttime
on my skin

breath you
from my pores

taste the moon
on your tongue.

submitted for Thursday Think Tank, #58 Nighttime, at Poets United
and We Write Poems, #64 Parallel Lines
and Meeting the Bar: Crit Friday at dVerse Poets Pub