La Nuit -- the night! There has always been something strange and mysterious yet compelling and sensuous about night time for me. I love the dark. Living in a rural area, the dark and night time means I can see stars that no one else can see like I can. La Nuit to me also mean things black, shadowy, and a bit naughty.
Below is a series of poems I have written that deal with either the night, dark things, or the color black. Please, sit back with your favorite beverage and become lost in La Nuit.
Below is a series of poems I have written that deal with either the night, dark things, or the color black. Please, sit back with your favorite beverage and become lost in La Nuit.
Photography by Beth Mitchamore *Accompaning poem on this page
A blanket of stars welcomes the new Moon
Languid Southern Nights ~ silky things ~ slow caresses ~ deep kisses ~ and dreams of you
Black silk negligee slipping open ~ Champagne flute in hand ~ he feeds her strawberries dipped in the darkest richest chocolate
Raven hair ~ glowing Alabaster skin ~ black silk negligee ~ she waits for you in the moonlight ~ with star-shine in her eyes
Black Silk nightgown sliding over smooth skin ~ dropping a strap slowly one at a time ~ she presents herself in Moon glow ~ the choice is all his
Stripping off my black stockings one by one ~ you slowly tie my arms to the headboard ~ unconditional surrender
Silky black wisps leave a trail like rose petals to the door. Candelight leads the way. Will he follow? The choice a continuing mystery.
Ceiling fan lazily moves the humid air ~ twilight ~ your hands leave fingerprints ~ all over me
Watching the Moon rise over pounding waves ~ reminds us of things yet to be
Strong South wind ~ blowing the Stars around ~ the Moon weeps
Your midnight blue eyes ~ and ~ long trailing black hair ~ make me slowly lose my mind
Moonless night ~ even the stars ~ cannot shine bright enough
A blanket of stars ~ like glistening tears ~ shrouds the night
A spray of stars across the sky ~ leads to the dark shadows of my heart
Sweet dreams ~ soft sleepy sighs ~ chasing moonlight and star shine ~ until I find you
Suspended moonlight ~ not quite touching the ground ~ leaves us shadowed, private, intimate ~ free in our love
Misty skies cover the cresent moon ~ creating an illusion of softness in the night
*That Crescent Moon hanging on by a thread ~ illuminates ~ this one star night (Written specifically for Beth's photo.)
(All poetry is copyright protected and the sole property of the blog owner. Use with permission only.)
Always, I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you LOVE. Hopefully, these short poems brought you a bit of all four.
As Ever, Annie
Languid Southern Nights ~ silky things ~ slow caresses ~ deep kisses ~ and dreams of you
Black silk negligee slipping open ~ Champagne flute in hand ~ he feeds her strawberries dipped in the darkest richest chocolate
Raven hair ~ glowing Alabaster skin ~ black silk negligee ~ she waits for you in the moonlight ~ with star-shine in her eyes
Black Silk nightgown sliding over smooth skin ~ dropping a strap slowly one at a time ~ she presents herself in Moon glow ~ the choice is all his
Stripping off my black stockings one by one ~ you slowly tie my arms to the headboard ~ unconditional surrender
Silky black wisps leave a trail like rose petals to the door. Candelight leads the way. Will he follow? The choice a continuing mystery.
Ceiling fan lazily moves the humid air ~ twilight ~ your hands leave fingerprints ~ all over me
Watching the Moon rise over pounding waves ~ reminds us of things yet to be
Strong South wind ~ blowing the Stars around ~ the Moon weeps
Your midnight blue eyes ~ and ~ long trailing black hair ~ make me slowly lose my mind
Moonless night ~ even the stars ~ cannot shine bright enough
A blanket of stars ~ like glistening tears ~ shrouds the night
A spray of stars across the sky ~ leads to the dark shadows of my heart
Sweet dreams ~ soft sleepy sighs ~ chasing moonlight and star shine ~ until I find you
Suspended moonlight ~ not quite touching the ground ~ leaves us shadowed, private, intimate ~ free in our love
Misty skies cover the cresent moon ~ creating an illusion of softness in the night
*That Crescent Moon hanging on by a thread ~ illuminates ~ this one star night (Written specifically for Beth's photo.)
(All poetry is copyright protected and the sole property of the blog owner. Use with permission only.)
Always, I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you LOVE. Hopefully, these short poems brought you a bit of all four.
As Ever, Annie
