Midnight Call

Sometimes in the stillness of the night. I hear faint voice call my name. In quiet peace protracted hours of day even in midst howling rush hour traffic. I know not who or where only I know you call within deep within I hear. I hear a feline fluted voice call echo hauntingly breath suck silhouette forth musk lobe secrets siesta perfume. I hear a haunting female voice call echo eternally breath held soul stands forth bayed before crescent moon. Clothing I wear is distracted air worn straining to listen to flute song. Euterpe wild beautiful word-juggling addicted goddess I hear I hear. I hear philosophical primacy of music conducting symphony of wondrous universe. Beating upon my braincells throughout stilled beauty of wondrous night. Sometimes in sterile stillness of a pregnant night.