Midnight blue fingers caressing my face,
Keeping my secrets and nightmares in place,
Gently, so gently, they press on my eyes,
Stealing each tear that appears as their prize.
They can sense my intentions before my move’s made,
As they tense at my slightest attempt to escape,
They know my fears and they jeer at my lies –
hear my ideas and see through my disguise.
So when I surrender to their tender embrace,
A soft sable whisper then deliciously says:
‘Hush hush little darling, now don’t you cry,
Cause the night’s gonna sing you a lullabye-bye’.
(Inspired by #DarkLines prompt ‘Muted’)