She gifts the night with amber warmth.
She folds and holds me fast within her ruby heart
To quiet my frantic voice of grey paleness.
Her passion breaks the chain
Of ebony pain with kisses gentle. And not.
Her touch does soothe and sear.
My heart does want yet fear
Until again within her eyes my soul finds calm.
And from her kisses of fire I open all
To grant to she who is. And not.
Originally written and published by me on August 22nd, 2017