arms open, she is always there.
night, with her tilted head,
fangs out and lips curled,
shaking with eagerness to ****** away daylight.

i do not mind. the light was not mine to keep.

swallowing the heavens, she sighs as i fall into her arms,
moonlight dripping from her shoulders,
and into my lap.

i breathe into her neck, where i am safe.
in nocte consilium:
the night brings counsel.