By MICHELLE EVOA
Stars in the dark night sky
That we sat out under plotted.
Your eyes sparked
Gentle brush of your hand
Made me quiver
Our shoulders rubbed.
Warmth of your company
So overwhelming,
How I wished the
Night wouldn’t end.
I’m sitting beside you,
Listening to you talk
This is the closest
We have ever been.
We’re so at ease
This one meeting, was beyond us
I stole a glance
Your eyes shot right through me
You are so firm,
And yet so elegantly dark
And mysterious by nature.
I struck a chord,
What we feel is mutual.
That kiss you planted
As we talked
Melted my guard
And left me breathless
Without a doubt, you were
The stronger, collected one,
Always distant, somewhat lurking
That charisma of you
As if underlying
Always drew me to you.
I looked again at the stars
In the dark night sky
To how they had plotted now;
When you pulled me to you
As if to tell me
My Dark Knight
Was really, always here
So close, and yet
So longingly far.
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