Poem - Nocturna #7

the night air begins to cool

from the summer's bliss

to an autumn's mist

an era she missed

a midnight's climate at it's most devine;

Nocturna, in her niche.

yet, the scene isn't complete ~

for she longs for him

the lingering desire that forever remains

the same

Saint Valentine, come to me

hold me close, make me complete

tracing, a heart, onter her limb

lightening skin

for she longs for his soul

save me from this conundrum

and burn for me

like the air i breath