Night is imbued with the wonders of Nature: The sky becomes a canopy of moon and stars; there is solitude in places where tranquility reigns supreme; the rustle of leaves, stirring the senses, rousing the curiosity of the poet; sounds that we do not seem to hear in broad daylight.

A description of what I envision myself doing – don’t laugh. I probably have a better chance, what with my straight As.

Poem.

If I could be your skin, I’d be your lips…