In the hush of candlelight, I came,
Not with screams, nor with the cry of flame.
A whisper tracing the curve of your spine,
A shadow folding into yours, divine.
Your heartbeat was a secret I learned by touch,
A tide pulling me softly, needing me much.
I dwelled in the spaces where breath and blood meet,
A lover unseen, gentle and discreet.
The night wrapped us in a velvet shroud,
Our whispers alone defying the crowd.
I kissed the darkness where your soul lay bare,
And found you waiting, already there.
Not a conqueror, but a keeper of flame,
Not a thief, but a name on your name.
In the gloom where angels dare not tread,
I lived inside you, our twin souls wed.
The moon, pale witness, dripped silver above,
Marking our quiet apocalypse of love.
Hell might burn, and heaven might sigh,
But we were eternal, my shadow, my sky