We met secretly on the stroke of twelve,

a mystic moon glints our walkway,

but we barely saw each other yet,

it was the aura of the night, 

that rouses wonderful engagement,

 oceanic eyes  act as magnet,

iridescent cycle of love scene-shifting, 

warmth and intrigue at its core,

charcoal skies elate us torch flames,

will golden galaxies gasp

as ardent, 

sweethearts stroll on dim-lit streets,

 sounds from cars a burglar's nuisance,

 to romantics but it’s swallowed, 

by this dark midnight vortex, 

windows squeak and shut in  deft alignment, 

strange laughter impacts solemn veils,

still young orb sighs breath fire,

into  velvet cushion nocturnal canvass