Pale bodies writhing
Writhing
To the rhythm of the night
Masking
Beauty in a mist of delight.
Born regal
Born of good stock
Not your average dogma
Flowing
Glowing in the dark.
Feel the rhythm
Feel
The breathless edge of cold
Cold and stark.
Masters
Of the night
Writhing
Writhing in the dark.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013