I am afflicted by nyctophilia
Like a moth obsessed by the neon
All around shrouded by dark skies
No parasol to shield her from her cold cries
Drowning upon the asphalt
Dreams mirroring back in the waters we wept.

In the morning I’m craving nightfall
My veins weaken when the light touches
My blue river streams carrying red sediment
To bring me alive when I bite deep inside
And take you within me again.

We mix like dry goods
Red velvet and moist
Exsang  along the marble top
Like spilt wine, I’ll drink you in
And just like the rain,
Amid the night sky
I’m addicted to you.