I am the damsel
and you are my white knight
these woods are pitch black
except for the moon's beam
and the dancing of our flashlights.
It seems as if for hours
we've been searching,
maybe even years
but you and I are finally here
and we are running...
Until we find a place to collapse,
here in the dark
and I think that place
is here in your arms.
Our fingers are buried deep in the moss,
our toes dangle in the reflection of stars
and if we try,
our lips could ignite,
sending sparks up into the sky
floating like little fireflies.