"Half-sick of shadows"
Yet incessantly longing for the night
A shadow-wrapped liaison
Our skin uttering what we have not
Half-sick of scars
Yet longing to kiss yours
Both of us healed, both of us unsure
Both longing for the clinging dark
Sweet nighttime
Love-drunk revelry
Hands tangled in my hair
Your hands clinging to my thighs
Moonlit heat
Love lit obsession
Lips caress my teardrops
Your pleasure curves my spine
Grasping hands and knowing hearts
In the shadows we find the truth
In the darkness,
In the shimmering stillness,
In the sweet nighttime.
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 4:38 PM UTC
"Half-sick of shadows"
Yet incessantly longing for the night
A shadow-wrapped liaison
Our skin uttering what we have not
Half-sick of scars
Yet longing to kiss yours
Both of us healed, both of us unsure
Both longing for the clinging dark
Sweet nighttime
Love-drunk revelry
Hands tangled in my hair
Your hands clinging to my thighs
Moonlit heat
Love lit obsession
Lips caress my teardrops
Your pleasure curves my spine
Grasping hands and knowing hearts
In the shadows we find the truth
In the darkness,
In the shimmering stillness,
In the sweet nighttime.
