Darkness cups my elbows

and nestles into my thighs

like a lover.

I part my lips

in daylight innocence,

giving myself away.

This twilight meeting

is my coronation;

adorning midnight’s mantle.

I become

a consort of the moon;

silver, shrouded in shadow,

my skin, howling with lust

as I’m kissed by the stars.

I come as dying light

and never ending night.

I am the queen

of your darkness;

and the fear you hold

becomes the smouldering

jewels in my crown.

© Kristiana Reed 2018

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