We have all had a moment where we do something without thinking twice, we dive in before we test the waters if you like and sometimes it feels unreal almost like a 'Late Night Dream', you know the one; the dream that feels like you are living only to wake up in the middle of it all; puzzled.

Late night dreaming 

About poisonous passion

And a touch enough 

to pierce the surface of the skin

Words that once said,

Linger, waiting to be remembered 

or

said again

Eyes softer than pillows

And a voice enough

to render a being unconscious 

And recuperate it again

A touch that can wake a wild fire 

And blow out the flame 

At the same time 

a breath, like a gust of wind on a winters morning

Or a light breeze on a mid-Summers day

A twilight 

As time leans closer and closer into the dark of night 

A door weak enough to let something in 

But behind it, a presence that once felt makes one never want to leave again

A beautiful trap

holding in the palm of its frail hand the tamest wild waters 

Be wary of that late night dream, 

where all, is anything but what it seems