enchanting by the ranting,
panting of the unreasoning
evening, seething by seeing her
breathing her breath like I could
bring us into the bliss of sleep
creeping up to us with listlessness
nothing to miss, as our rapturous
release of an oblivious golden-fleece
capture-this timeless, never-cease
good night kiss

should the right extinguish the wrong
when the moonstruck night seemed long
soon the luck would croon such beauteous song
tucking me
in with my blanky, tuning my tenseness
with her selfless
trellised-roses on the contrary,
only opposing
my defenseless coziness
as she undresses my
cherry rosinesss, blessing my bliss with
her succubus-subtly iniquitious remissible
good night kiss

could my flight into a nebulous night
of sleep, seeping into an unconsciousness
be remiss with nightmarish fright, caught
by dreamless forgive-never-forgot me onslaughts
but of course not, for the love of Calliope
our caress in the arms of each other
was enough to not need another

so as the night missed the permissible
we smothered ourselves risible into the fathomless
bliss, as we kiss
with the ferocious fondness that
she had for me never more
then what I had for
her enraptured together
sure

that our multifarious love
was positive-possess my dove
regardless that it was her contributive
priceless initiative to bring the repose
to close our eyes in eternity as we listen by
our glistening free peace hidden under
tranquility of our golden-fleece blanky, redressing
the sleep blessing of our future to be
in holy matrimony
momentous as she sealed the brightness with
her inimitable good night kiss