Dancing into the damp fog of the night.
Twisting and turning through the distorted norms of delight.
Feeling frightened, when awakening from the sight of a construed shadow – lurking within the cracked bricks, of the shop window – with no light.

Vanished from the night, like catching a black cats shadow twisting with delight.
Never to catch sight as a car passes offering bright white light.

Dirty bare feet from the old cobbled streets, caressing an empty market square in the night.
Perfect toes that fit the carried red stilettos,
of a stranger who is feeling delighted with another,
caught staring with no sight;
as the white silk dress encapsulates her olive skin with the reflection of fogged light.

A journey that starts to pretend as the time is lost in the night.
Emotions heightened, offering chemical reactions of delight.
Touching and kissing with blinded sight as the dark turns into a moment of light.

Night turning into day.
Delight fading into regret.
Sight blinded with the toxicities of self-conflicted mess.
Light blankets kicked off with a pounding head.

One journey that comes to an end.

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