NIGHTBLOOM. by Jude kyrie
Nightbloom
By
Jude Kyrie
The welcoming perfumes of spring
are thick upon this night.
And we shall be friends this night and me.
The dampened sweetness of a lover's hair
is now in the front of my memory.
Senses overpowered by its fragrance.
No sleep can disturb this awakening. the
Nectar of gods pouring its heady brew.
Filling my glass to the brim.
Intoxicating me beyond wine.
Immobile as I stand by the gate,
watching the bloom of silvered moonlight.
illuminating the tangled brambles
of the wild clematis.
Drinking deeply, the rest of the sweetness
of this nightbloom.
