You hold me when I am strong enough to stand,
When I already tower over you.
You comfort my sadness when it makes me strong,
I love that about you.
And when you slip my hand is fast to yours.
I am your light, I am your dark,
just as I am your passion, mystic muse.
I haunt you, as you do me when I never wanted you to.
Taste me when I am not there, I smell you in my body.
Always a haunting hand on my chest, lips to my neck.
So far away, so close and yet nothing.
The silence falls like the iron curtain in my nightmares.
Wild and free, I am just me.
I never asked to be anything else,
I am honest and bright. A super natural disaster.
I linger like the smell of death,
twist and change like disease.
But I keep things lose to keep you tight,
I dance with you, you parry my attacks,
we are perfect, a mingle of hot and fresh.
Even our fights stay up tight to watch the shadows we make on the walls.
Our dirty little secret that sets me afire.
And all I can whisper in the dark,
when your hand reaches and grabs me,
is "now darkling."
