As the sun closes her eyes and the night opens her arms,
the stars dance to the beauty’s beat.
She is regal and unbowing but soft in bearing.
Her gaze is candid and her eyes house rich promises.
No lie can escape her milk white teeth.
Her lips mouth peace.
Blosoming dreams are narrated by her ample bosom,
maternal and life nurturing.
She is the night beauty.
Seasons come and go and
life is given forth and life mists into nothingness.
But the night beauty never falters nor wanes in her quest.
She spans vistas of elagance and endless ectasy.
She has known our secrets and we feed on her truths.
Darkness is intent and thrusts it’s need in urgent strokes.
The night beauty is a willing accomplice,
offering her eternal bounty in equal measures.
She is indeed the night beauty.
We speak the same language
but silence is enough,
to prounce hidden desires and she the night maiden
is adept at figuring out recessed aspirations.
Can I refuse to be doctored by such gentle hands
and that which knows my malaise?
The night is no longer young and the moon
has bowed out of the tango and the
dawn is eager to show her face.
Sweet langour is ours to claim and own.
Courtesy of the night’s beauty..
©2012 Ayoub Mzee