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.