Could have been a normal night
but something in the way she looked made more sense than before.
Devoid of color the night steals such misdirections
like the redness of lips,
the shades of pink from blushing skin.
But the heat of the moment and pent up emotions bore too much to contain.
Perhaps triggered by something in moon light.
Was it the way light landed on her skin,
or the way the moon light made the tips of her hair glow.
Perhaps the soft night air that made perfumes more volatile.
And when at last the single spark caught just right in her eyes
would set the world ablaze.
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