Encapsulate

What is there to say
of the
dawning darkness of day?
How will the lyrics of harmony spell
the story we tell?

The cool air sways free
as it flows from under
trees of evening asunder.
When daylight stoops it sets a mood
lost thoughts may come back crude.

Look how the eye shapes light
when you look at something bright
how eyesight is a trigger
to sight the human figure
even at night.

As your lustful inclination presses
my sideward thrust progresses.
Desire of naked reduction,
your interplaying seduction,
and everything we done.

A pressing warmth captures your skin
the moment
impressions begin
within a passive memory flow
of motion we discern to show.

The dry ice that underlies
where the house lights narratize
will encapsulate a flow
free of fear
in the narratization we steer.