I could hear the faint sound of crickets in the background,
The crackling of wood silently shifting,
the song of the wise old owl,
and the howl of a lone wolf.

But none of these sounds nor the sight of the tranquil moon
Can move me from this moment,
From this feeling,

This
                       Forbidden
                                                        Sight.

You seem mesmerised and hypnotised,
Your smile monsterful, as if you want to laugh,
But are too afraid to break this moment.
You lean in close, into the object of your infatuation,
Not daring to breathe, a heavy breath.

I often wonder if you have ever gotten too close,
If you have scars that are hidden underneath that cloak.
If the siren song of warm light draws you in and,
Wraps around you tight, so tight…

That the light in your eyes becomes as dark as a starless night.