"Let me run my fingers around the edges of your soul. Feel me burning like a solar flare.
I will make you ashes in the sand.
You will mourn in the morning, as we are nothing more than a loud night spread so evenly within the stars."
-Anonymous-

His language was one she was not familiar with.
The ecstasy of his words filled her glass.
She did not want the moon to pass and the sun to rise.
For she had become drunk on the idea of his thoughts, and addicted to his mind.
The stars aligned for him that night, his eyes opened her heart.
He helped her breathe.
He saw her true beauty.
-Lily P. McLaughlin-