The Boundless space
Diligently ceased to the essence of her presence
All lovingly serenaded
To gasping drooling peasants
As her beauty roamed the air
Float so calmly to elegance without care
Touching, teething and teasing our minds
To crediting infatuation with it’s incredible frustration
She gracefully bared the room’s hearts of an endless gaping moment
Till breath of live awoke our nibbled nuddy needy souls
As the act to ask; seemed bottled within our drunken deluded flask
Carelessly imagined, fearlessly hoped and dreamed
Of our own fixation, company to our own demented creation
Of a deed that may just be
The Successor of our deeming nature
Our day of days, through to tomorrows dreamt absent sorrow
Yet we came with nothing
But left with something
Something was that all it could be called, yet still namely nothing
But a dimly fleeting time
We call it proudly
The lovers' nocturne.
