900
i exhale my scented remedy
into the breeze,
drowning my demons
in billows of smoke
until they suffocated.
the darkness.
smiling at the thought of
just a piece of you.
your beard, cushion for my fingertips,
holding your oils, my juices
and our memerories.
the blackness.
fireflies lit up differently
at just the mere thought of your image.
their wings fluttered,
much like my heart,
getting lost in the winds.
i witnessed.
my nightdream holds me in captivity,
much like your words and writings.
the trees begin to whisper, loudly.
gossiping amongst each other.
the jealousness.
they never seen such a sight
these hours of the night.
moonlight.
moonlight.
jealousy turned into rage,
rage turned into envy,
as i puff, puff, paced
the pavement.
the trees grew furious as its tantrum
failed to bother me.
the madness.
i'm in my zone,
your zone.
back, back, forth and forth.
i continued to smile, inhaling hemp & lavender
i used to bathe my skin.
wishing you were in my skin.
the smoothness.
your voice echoed through my mind,
in between the beats of my heart.
in between the Cupid arrows
i blew between my lips.
the sky and its counterparts saw me.
the jealousness.
they ,too, never seen such a sight
these hours of the night.
moonlight.
moonlight.
the sky chimed in and crackled,
trying to steal a piece of my peace of you.
thunder,
now competing with the trees
as my biggest hater.
the bitterness.
hatred was a terrible habit to have,
much like my current one.
made a mental note to curse them later
for their audacity.
but for now, i was tranquil, i was serene.
the calmness.
they were mad.
it was motivating.
the roars grew louder
and my aura grew thicker.
the louder they fussed,
the more the flame to my cure faded,
yet, the higher i felt.
they saw me levitating.
the jealousness.
i'm telling you,
they never seen such a sight
these hours of the night.
moonlight.
moonlight.
i ignore them,
now gazing at the flowerbed before my feet.
it reminds me of my queen size,
which then reminded me of my King's size.
your Highness.
i blushed,
turning my cheeks rosie red.
simultaneously upsetting the flowers.
still. surrounded by this cloud so
I.
Don't.
Care.
my high-ness.
this plant growing from my hand
shielded me from negativity the night
had to offer.
but it to, stood no chance up against what still
held my attention.
consciousness.
midnight was approaching
frog's had been out singing the blues,
whimpering.
the crickets carried on behind them, ad-libs.
i doubt it was for harmonizing purposes.
they've only heard of the fairytales about
Princesses and Frogs and Fairies.
then i appeared, with a glow, on a cloud.
the realness.
the closeness.
the pureness.
they were all jealous,
as they should be.
never had they ever
seen such a sight
these hours of the night.
midnight.
midnight.
