The Somber Silence Swooned

The dance began at midnight while the moonbeams played their tune,
The darkness split in two somehow as the somber silence swooned,
The smiles were manufactured from the secrets kept inside,
And no one heard a single thing as the price to ride the ride.
The shutter shuddered shamelessly as the dares turned into stares,
What was but a spoken word with no letters to be spared,
The echoed empty energy found out the doubts were few,
The aromatic ambiance anointed desperate dew,
The climate claimed its climax, quite clandestined in a way,
Anxious eyes collided as the spell against the splay,
Back and forth the frantic fingers fought to do enough,
Spectacular vernacular as parried thrust turned rough,
Smiles awry on twinkled eye that spied and spilled and spoke,
Mirth is worth a mint these days, and forgotten failures jokes,
It all appeared behind the chiseled charm that chewed at chaste,
Homage held to solace given wanton winsome waste.
Titillation tempted tacit trusted truant tale,
No distinction to extinction as the eager evening paled,
Schedules set seductively as promises to keep,
There is no better way to say please soothe me off to sleep,
Then dancing in the moonlight while the jester slept ‘til noon,
To put the pieces back together while the somber silence swooned.