After Midnight

Your hypnotizing spell fell again
upon a helpless heart still holding on...
while wishful eyes, lined in illusions
of temptation
were waiting for your delicate promises
to come

Hope was briefly dancing
in the flickering flames
you lit and left to burn,
and there were silky sensations
of crimson fury crying for your touch

But your spell was broken after midnight,
when there still came no sweet words,
only silent accusations
you were not there to know,
and your tear-smeared illusions
fell into the night,
again alone...

02/15/2006