Blindfolded. Pitch black. A hand I'm holding so hard I can't feel my fingers. You are terrifying uncertainty. An infrequent down pour to clear the desert dust, to feed life, to give love. Infrequent. Uncertain. A need, a want, a desire that comes and leaves when it pleases.

I would fall into the abyss in a heartbeat, if I heard you echoing my name from below. And I would bleed love from my fingertips and sign your initials on my skin. This is a game for fools, a thoughtless gamble fueled by pure emotion, but I would bet every last breath on you.

And when I can no longer hear your heart in sync with mine, when your feet decides to lead you away, when your hand begins to tire, I will bite my tongue and I will send you on your way.