9pm

Still wonder if i'm the mystery
within her meter.
Whether or not she missed me enough
To recreate my existence
Within her stanza.

I felt her last night-
Essence spilled through my pen
Filling my journal
creating-
"ART"

Art emanates we so
WE lived last night.
Under starlit skies and winters breeze.
Naught has changed.
Nor will it ever.
Forever-
...Master Mistress Of My Universe.

- Danielle.A.Watson