moon in nightspace became silversmith
light hammered over island
catching the nudity
i kept vigil over,
a saddened animal
hunched in an undergrowth habitat
i fed on something that dreams give
as i watched
her polished by tides overwhelm,
i could of been a nation on it’s knees
waiting for that one that comes
and brings a substance,
yet too afraid to show yourself
for fear of spoiling a grand occasion,
damp skin
natures jeweler working diamonds on,
a martyred bird called out
shriek of the night
she turned and i was certain of being seen
my eyes would be vivid in the darkness,
retreating with a tread so soft,
knowing as you saw swept long hair
i would not possess
despite the urgency of my loins
without satisfaction i would have to wait
as this was not the night
velvetmedia 
I’m not quite sure how to read this one. It could be either very endearing, frightening or sad. Perhaps that makes it good; different people can take different things from it. And some lovely images here too.
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well that is…kinda scary, peeping on her…or could be endearing…all depends on the intensions you know…feeding on something dreams give was a cool line…
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How to lay there and let her sleep is love… maybe a glass of ice-cold water?
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