A Night Of Mischief

I bid farewell to my morals

Like the sun does to its light,

Covered by dusk, to embrace the night.

Burning like embers of elm,

Fading gracefully in the afterglow

To welcome an evening

Of guilty pleasures and hot chocolate.

And tonight, when the ambushed moon

Beams with an ivory gleam

I'll let life flow into your arms

And touch your soul

With a tenderness of feathers.

I linger in a taste of forever

On the tip of your tongue.

So, tell those stars

Hiding behind the curtain of clouds,

To look the other way

For, today I aim to misbehave.