bewitching hour

 the bewitching hour of nightfall slowly crept in to chase the day away...

and thus

a seat he took in her thoughts, to play...

in the darkness imagined be his approach

whatever may her mind occupy, to broach.

for, a lovers thoughts know only to be passionate and yearning

in the detail of the imagined, sanity burning

to kiss her soft and caress her gentle

to appease her longing with his presence...eventual. RB.