It dances to life on my fingertips
as I drag them across your skin,
and on my lips it sits
until yours return.

It runs through me
when I think of you,
and when I look longingly
into your eyes.

It carries beauty
and passion,
and hope
and light.

For two people
who were both
ready to flee into
the dark,
we've made it
quite far.

I think
you should be proud
to stand
where you are today,
far from the edge of
death,
where we both
keep each other
safe.