he beckons to me,
donning a persona as dark as night
yet with it is the promise of light.
his embrace, i am aware, is supposed to feel cold,
yet i swear it's the only place left to find warmth.
his presence proves heavy,
and yet, consent to his touch promises relief.

he beckons to me,
right now he is the man i desire.
he will come for me when time deems it so.
i know because he approaches everyone.
and i wish to come to him now,
yet i cannot find the strength in me to court him.

should i?