Private Interlude

She calls upon her legion
In the night,
The blue princess
Brings forth the subtle
Changes
That cry out for her
Wanting
Desiring
Needing
That which only she can fulfill.
The nectar of simplicity
Bears fruit
And allows the breezes
Of intoxication
To pour itself out,
Overflowing,
Feeding,
Nourishing
The quiet yet starving soul
As she awakens his tired soul
And brings the moonlight
Blindingly
Into view
As he searches for her
Sensing her
And realizing
How close indeed she is,
And
She sees him
As no one else does,
Stripped of his facade
And standing naked before her
His disguise gone
And
Cast aside,
Relishing in the electricity
Of her aura.