Night Owl Mistress
A Poem of Admiration
I am a slave to the night.
A third degree I have bared for so many years praying,
to whomever is supposed to hear,
for one evening of peaceful slumber and a still mind.
But for this nocturnal conscious is no longer a curse to me,
for it allows me to gaze and admire he, who makes my soul sing.
The moonlight, that pours in through the bay, creates a silhouette of his chassis, so beautiful.
Feeling as if though I am seeing his true frame for the first time.
As I gaze upon the obscure outlined semblance of his resting face, an overwhelming sense of power, love, and intimacy consumes me with my dire infatuation.
I lie there in the thought of everything he is and everything I see him to be.
I observe and analyze every detail of his being.
Memorizing every part as if, in fear, one day I will awaken and he will have mysteriously disappeared.
Though he may not see it,
I find the beauty in the man he is to be so captivating.
Just to lay eyes on him as he is so distant into his own world
I feel as if though I am looking at mine.
For so long I have yearned to find a lover whose light inside I found so bright;
to guide me through my darkest days and through the caves within my mind.
In a life filled with chaos and Insanity,
he is the one element in my expedition in life I know to make sense.
With a mind that is bound to inevitably smother me,
one touch of his hand placed upon me lays the voices of my thoughts to rest, creating a deafening silence and setting me free.
I will now, and forever be, his night owl mistress.
About the Creator
Laticia Vargas-Mendoza
Aspiring writer. I have been writing poetry since I was 6. Now I have the courage to share with you. I want to write as a career and help support us. your support is greatly appreciated too and will allow me to keep following my passion.
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