UNDER THE MOONLIGHT

The moon had conquered the sky.

It shone bright and made the night fly.

There was a beach party. 

And somehow both of us got edgy.

We got bored of the crowd.

And found each other roaming around.

Beautiful night... plus a handsome knight.

You asked why I was roaming alone.

I guess that's how lonely I've grown.

How can one be lonely in presence of others?

Why you are here too is what bothers.

You chortled.

I guess I was lonely too you bubbled.

Your eyes glowed which held mine.

Something about them was benign.

Hey gorgeous.

This will sound utterly ridiculous. 

But... I would like to see you when then the sun is out.

Sit with you and figure what you are all about.

Hey handsome.

That might cost you quite a ransom.

I think it's best if you know it.

It's considered unwise to be interested in a broken poet.

Why gorgeous?

That's a bit outrageous.

Call it what you want.

But I have been called an emotional flaunt.

I am interested in who you are.

Not what people have branded you so far.

I fell for your essence.

And felt courageous for once.

Okay. Give me you number and i'll call.

Gravity embraced my final fall.

Thank you for coming by.

^^ Black Queen.

Pic from pixabay.