Where’s My Flashlight?

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In a beam, a flash, tonight
an offer made. A hand invites
two souls to excite
in twilight.
In the deep still blue of night.

Dare she underwrite
and accept the flight
into filtered light?
She, a neophyte
in the deep still blue of night.

Despite fixed masonite
caught in a stream of light
twin flames unite
in the deep still blue of night.

Channeled, chartered midnight.
What’s been, what will be. Ignite!
“OMG! Where’s my flashlight!”
on the deep still blue of night.

Feeling loose. Being right.
Holding fast. Growing tight.
Oh so far out of sight
into the deep still blue of night.

Anomaly magnified.
All else set aside.
Characters bound, in stride.
Priestess high. Arm-ored Knight.
In the deep still blue of night.

Senses keen. Site serene. All right
in a web of white. In cite:
Love her. All of her. Quite!
Ecstasy in spite
of the deep still blue of night.

One Aloof. Two Alive.
Quantum space. Time contrived.
Born of focused line of site.
She will thrive. Revived to rewrite
the deep still blue of night.

 


 

special thanks to BP Chua , for use of your brilliant image entitled “Beams of Light”above, and as the banner image herein, as well as the blog page placeholder for this article.

 

 

 

 

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