wraps around you;
cradling you in it's arms,
caressing you with its' stars.
(pin pricks of heaven, they are.)
refusing to let you go
despite your half-hearted struggles;
(your cries of help, moans of ecstasy.)
the the light of dawn
seeps silently into the night,
forcing the charcoal canvas
to flee like a vampire
in fear
of combusting.
desperately you wait for it's return,
(cursing the presence of day.)
every inch of your being
yearning for its' kiss.
(such a sad love affair, this is.)