And the sunset erupts over the city. He paints fireflies in my eyes. Yesterday's snow turns pink. And a few caps ring softly. Then comes his warm palm. He buries his fingers in my hair. And he kisses me. He sips from my sudden glare. And his lips are painfully in love. I silently leave myself in his arms. I leave myself in his hands. And there is no way. Because he is that whisper in my heart. And my tender and magical Darkness.
