Touching the dark I move closer to youwicked indulgence, my craving for youa lusty desire to seduce.  Captivated, you look at me with hungerthe night is jealousand pushes shadows onto my soul, where you look deeplyand realize the demomess I amprovoking...

As the evening stretches beyond skyscrapers  sunset cracks windows and voices,  midnight lies as a would-be lover  counting her footsteps across Brooklyn Bridge  to an anonymous apartment, where she imagines  waking to her lipstick on his coffee cup     Washing machine skies spin skeins of colour  red always bleeds into the blue and JFK...

Softness feels the light  Gentle mist enfolds the heart  No colours, yet all