the navel of the nights

by walterdoege

and any night is so magic for me!…I like the nights…I like to run away all through the nights…the night…the moon dance…the stars dancing…did you remember?…we dancing all the night…the silvery dress…the silvery clothes…the golden snujs…taking the rhythm and the up beating tempo…my memory…my memoirs…she was so beautiful…and kind…and sweet…her body, her soul, her high spirits…the belly dance…the navel and the midriff taking my attention and my love…at instants…all seemed a dream, but was real perception and share of love…the navel of the night push me to new horizons…push me to peoples…push me to her…push me to the magic of the night…when the dream is the night…and the ever invitation to feel alive…to sense joy…to enjoy the navel of any night…the boundaries of the night…the endless feeling of an endless party…a party at skies…a party inside me…at night…the big party of sensing alive…of sensing her charm…she is so lovely!…so warmth!…she is always close to me…to my memoirs…to myself…the night…and when the moon is in full…the party goes on in full surrender…lovely surrender…in between me and her navel…a wall…going on through the wall…the navel of the night is a gift…a free way…a connection…a memoir…an ever wish…that push me to ever good futures and lovely nights…from my individuality to our common love…tender are the nights…as her skin touch