Dreaming love. by ziwc

Come Night-time

I shyly wear modesty all of each day.

Dressed in decorum,
composure all smiles.

Unworded thinking all questions allay.

Winsomely charming,
good acting beguiles.


Come night-time I shrug off this fine veneer.

As passion meets passion
your amour blankets me.

With awesome abandon worn without fear,

Different perspectives
of me become free.


In realms of dreamtime unleashed I remain.

But tomorrow will see me in order again.

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Nikunj
nights do that wonder to all of us ...dreams ...we all are dreams living under a night sky ...first ray of sun melts us all into the mould of reality ...we are back in order ..
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Scarlett Angel
Fay....this so made me smile...it's such a gorgeous piece...as always you have produced a lovely piece of work:):)
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wombat
Now if there is no taker yet for poem of the week.....this is it. A brilliant write. It's enough for Ian and I to wish we could write like a woman.
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john o'connell
AN ABSOLUTELY CHARMING WRITE! THANKS FOR SHARING AND FOR YOUR EARLY MORNING READ.
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carol
proper during day but oh those fdreams where u can be
 
poeticpiers
hidden depths M'lady only revealed to the chosen one
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Sandra Martyres
Super write...the daytime Fay a demure lady vs the night time Fay the unmasked lady...
 
Frank Lambert
Nah, it's the night time that truly sees you in order... This is a fine verse, much to like about this one, great word choice and form for instance. But mostly, the wit behind the story you've crafted here.
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