4 years ago. March 27, 2020 at 6:05 PM
She sits and watches the shadows on the wall.
Dancing like puppets on a string
The darkness is calming has the shapes change with the reflection of the light
She senses his presence in the room, but she remains quiet and still
He walks towards her and places a hand in her hair, knowing she is lost in thought
His touch is comforting as she leans into his hand without thought
Sitting together as the light dwindles outside and the darkness spreads to night
Her acceptance grows, the glowing ember brightening
For he ignites her dark fantasies and sets her soul on fire...