Fireflies dart through the darkness above us, while I run my fingers through your hair. Shuttered lids belie the most beguiling and comforting icicled eyes.
Spellbound by a soul so much like mine, I suffer when deprived of your soothing glow, the calming touch you provide, even while pinching or prodding to provoke a response.
Between the darkness and the light, you creep into my dreams, aiding me in my conquests as my ally. My muse. My ******.