My muse
Your nearness burns like midnight fire,
a slow, unending, silver desire.
Every breath you take pulls me near,
every quiet word I ache to hear.
The night bends close around our skin,
where restless pulses thrum within.
Your gaze ignites a fierce, bright storm,
a secret world where hearts transform.
I drift toward you, drawn and lost,
no map, no measure, no counting the cost.
One spark between us, wild and deep,
a fevered promise the dark will keep.
P