Night, a list

There are secret places,
That I go, when I am bound
To sleep, for sleep.
And in these secret places,
Bright are all the faces of the ones
I keep, quite deep.
Among the living and the dead,
Each face lives on inside my head,
Flirtation soft within my night’s
Vocation, that alive I will not
Forget them, no never —
From the time I met them, ever,
Memory will not let them
Rest. These golden lot,
Of all, the best.

© SXT 2023