There is no reason,
it just happened to begin that way,
a shivering of fantasies up my spine and down again.
So sly, a glance between moments
eyes that linger, savour, caress.
Pinpoint the attraction, I cannot
fill in the meaning between the lines,
is it there?
Brush against me, scent of sanity,
taste the sweetness upon my lips.
Flowing freedom of silence,
does it mean anything to you?
The darkness and the moon,
snuff out the meaning, an illusion.
Risk everything upon the vision,
you, shimmering in the night.