Shimmer

I would walk down
The darkest paths
Lit by dark honey eyes

Your low soft laughs
My northern star

Short bity hair
My only anchor
In tempests wild

Ensorcelled that I am
I will break mores
With satiated smiles

My sinful redemption
In sharp line of lips
Crowning teasing tongue

Hold my hand to cross streets
Kiss me under shadow trees
Bedecked in the light of cars
Breezing past in the twilight

Salvation in nostalgic nuggets

Flames entangled together
Searing souls long in search
With only metaphors for company
Woven on lonely longing nights