Ivory Etchings

watching as twilight
crept over the brothers
and stars being re-birthed
to fortify the Great Wall

street lights line to ignite,
the shimmering black mantel
concealing azimuth,
and seductive ebony lips
slide,over the lamp

once more,
A visage of ivory
looks upon earth
on the cusp
is where your found,
a palled specter
drifting shadow to shadow
passing as
a will-o-wisp of
ebony vistas,
always out of touch

with the sense of perception
lulled into deception,
as one fingernails breadth
breaches truth,
trouncing the foolhardy

the blaze phases,
and passion is pendulous

but still,
twilight bewitches,
and the ivory succubus
of night
mesmerizes all,
with moon eyes

as the mantel
of seduction,
rolls with reverence
over azimuth,
her willing victims
are waiting,

etched in ivory