The silver moonlight shines upon us. It is the ink that will write our stories today.
It drains the colour of your skin, painting you in a silver hue. Your eyes glint, boldly black, The moonlight cannot touch them today because your fiery soul shines through them. I’ve suddenly forgotten how to read your eyes, so many emotions stare back at me at once. The wonder and lust painted on your face by the fingers of the moon are the only things that exist now.
The universe is paper thin and it crumbles under your kiss.