Meet me at sundown.
On the border of midnight,
Where the dimness envelopes us,
So that we have no reason to be found.
I want you to use every drop of your senses.
Full capacity.
So that you can utterly consume.
Every hue.
Of my dark purples and greys.
Your stars nestling into my moon.
The phases,
Ever changing.
Waxing and waning.
You possess,
Every...