New Flash Prompt

The last thing I thought before drifting to sleep a quiet beseech –
Keep unfurl’d the curtain of nocturnal encore of witness’d matinee;
Be still that beat of the un-noised song that of her within seductively stirs
But just a cement’d clearing deep within steel’d forest
As wood shaved thin dew collect’d upon heels
Yet no finer a stage justice it would do
Proclaim’d self naught princess nor angel visage
Yet upon the high of her doest I gaze
Unprounced yet aloud doth her own eyes in the slightest of motion towards
Draw forth and elicit with hypnotic allure
Unaware doest thee torch’d light fade
Committing of cold shadows to grow
Til engulf’d once more am I
Such whimsy ‘joy’d from afar
Unabash’d to the self am I of a star;
Dance upon the pour’d stone
Whislt unabandon lightness of finger’d air
To bow to thine unseen courtier
Tis but with a shade of rue to be cast as Yorick
Though thine’s audition intend was of Horatio’s lord;
To be naught but forgot jester
Whence other is cued to utter “but soft”
Within the spotlight of such garner’d stage
To where deost one who must not direct
The want to will of such desire
Aft though seal’d dominion hast been breech’d?
So adieu, farewell, goodbye
Taken leave from ne’er to be
To dreamt laying of kiss upon thy thigh
To bask unclad with beam’d radiance
Such caddish whisper’d want
Desires foulest of intent
Yet doth protest naught
Of favour’d tickle intermost?
Yet ere now fix’d is they mask
Lest of serious wish waken unto her aware
Freed to shatter
To untie
To invite bare reality
The last thing I thought before drifting to sleep
Delight half secret’d ere now doest bespeckle thine mind
Taken public’d as whimsical trite parlay
Yet privated fancy that fortuned lust could lead one astray....