Because the moon makes my skin glow
And my high cheek bones cast a nice shadow
On the rest of my face.
Your eyes glow, too. But brightly-
Not as pale as night.
The air smells of ice and mystery
And tastes of pure silver.
And your skin is like
The touch of grace from a god.
Scars are hidden,
Smiles are not.
And my other senses are allowed to run wild.