The road to midnight

cool-closed-light to crave
a neck warmed in
bone crevices oblige
porcelain on velvet skin
here darkness longs to drive

alonewithme .

moaned softly
sighs of windows fade-
are faces made of thought?
eyelids breathing shadowed air
flickering ice-hot

conundrums shatter like a name
through open highway's yearn to stop
your traffic flowing
unknown side-ways lurk and strain;
for if you ever had a road
(or dark)

I know it not

Author notes

Prompt: Vanishing.

A contest entry

It's a PIF by Cerulean Sunrise. 700 points, ended November 18, 5 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest

Critical Review Desired

Comments

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amnouup
November 18
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Very beautiful
Very beautiful indeed :-)
Poetic Tasha
October 29

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your writes always flow so beautifully. this one is no different
my lips breath across each word as it pulls me to the end... lovely.

the tone, the imagery everything fits wonderfully.
well done my friend. nothing critical to say here

Tasha