The Night Before

And the sunset erupts over the city.
He paints fireflies in my eyes.
Yesterday's snow turns pink.
And a few bells ring softly.

Then comes his warm palm.
He buries his fingers in my hair.
And he kisses me.
He drinks from my sudden radiance.
And his lips ache with love.

I silently surrender myself in his arms.
I leave myself in his hands.
And there is no escape.
Because he is that whisper in my heart.
And my tender and enchanted Darkness.