stormy dark hooded glow of night clinging tight onto skin just to hurt oneself for a little warmth. no sun in the world can relieve the shiver, the bones so tight that no blood flows around them, all is noir and drowning in smoke, the fire died a long time ago when you looked at me with eyes drained of colour. what colour were your eyes? now shut forever, trying to glimpse with feeling but touch is slow and parched, and doesnt connect through the thicket of dancing human vulnerability. a merry go round of anemones around my head, arms floating fleeting flooded with light pulling at all the sparks still left in the ridges. fire only flying lazily into the moon, howling at the stars to guide us through the entwined, half twitching flesh. for now all is visions, flying through space until the beats align.