Evocative

You -

who stood like Night;

-Reassuring-

painted exotic black skies
to cheeks - drunken
by twilight.

and he who whispered
"one should not sleep alone"..

ran fingertips 'cross -
unstable lips..
with breath that felt like
a thousand lady beetles

-drifting-

a flame upon thy neck..


'tween the verge of
-dusk and dawn-


I -

who stood like shadow;

conjured his lips -
to mine.

As the sound of
-bittersweet wind chimes-
devoured sleeping stars;
in dulcet memories.

My scintilla -

- of waking in
the scent of his arms.

Everlasting petrichor.


and he who whispered
"one should not sleep alone."

penned susurrous words
upon my hand;
that night.