Could it be you, diurnal shy?
That by night invades my world
Smothering me with warmth untold
But leaving my body to smoulder
A heart parched unquenched.

You wing me and high I fly
Pout your lips and swell my veins
My blood with longing crawls
With sweat, drips my swarthy skin

Are you the night ghost
That frightens me not
But Lifts me aloft over seas
Your touch thrusting me to the stars
Yet lowering me like soft rain?

Show yourself to these awed eyes
Give yourself to these loving hands
Save my heart from nightly throes
Nocturnal, whom I still adore.

© chrispus kimaru (His Work)