Dissolving

The day wound down

To the place it kisses

The night, in that in

Between time when

It’s not dark or light,

Where an unbuttoned

Blouse teases from the

Shadows, and she smiles

Knowing full well you

Are trapped by her gravity,

Her coyly cocked head shakes

Her hair to her shoulders, dissolving

You completely into this dusk of beauty.

Stephen Nesbitt ©