Sonnet XI: A Tryst with Midnight

Long due, the midnight presented its face
Into a sparkling form, maidenly mould;
Silver, her skin shone, entangled with grace,
Caressing my breath, I saw her unfold,


I lay enthralled in her arms, staring wide,
Musing, on her muted gestures and more,
Embracing her, all my love I confide
Ask her to stay for me, ardour implore.


Gently, her hands brush my eyelids to rest
Draping me warm, tender feelings enclose
Slumber trespasses, despite my protest
Imposing, her love renders me to repose


Timeless, this tryst with my love, I surmise
We slowly part, the moon melts in her eyes