The moon glows shamelessly, flashing my past in neon <br />yet reminding me that eternity remains <br /> <br />The staccato gossip of crickets lulls me down trancelike <br />and I hesitate to close the window completely <br /> <br />Your skin like satin evokes my anger towards winter <br />and the jealousy of flannel pajamas that will conceal you <br /> <br />Silence almost deafening brings our focus into the room <br />raising the voices of our hearts as we lie together <br /> <br />It is not yet midnight <br />and still the night looks promising<br /><br />Lori Boulard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/impressions-of-midnight/
