A sigh in the dark. Past my jaded lips it rises like a ghost, and I the host of thoughts enamoured but unwanted, unresolved. Night takes my sight and unleashes vision I watch (not my decision) the memories bloom to life. Ethereal and hazy, those lazy summer days Of hasty plans, promises, platitudes made; childish to dream it could have stayed the same.
Polite and awkward we shuffle in the light of day, you think before you act and mind what you say and if lucky enough you might get away without blurting a thought from your head gone astray.
Why do eyes so bright bring such dark thoughts? Why do we fear to take what we want?
A sigh in the dark. Across chilled skin it spreads like fire, this unspoken desire between whispering sheets. Fingers grasp and twine, I feel hers, she feels mine, as we search in the dark together. This night air we’ll share; it's vice, and with vigour, seeking the trigger to release. To resolve.