Adorement
You wear mystique like purest ink.
It coats your skin in fine designs
That play upon a precious brink
Where magics under madness twine.
With every freshly ended kiss,
My gaze is locked within your glow
Till I am blind in fulgent bliss.
Then to your salving lips I go.
The silver of your shadow shines
E’en through the dark that fast befalls.
Where mine own star with yours aligns,
There’s answer to my ancient calls.