Addictions Part 2

You remind me of darkness,
                         of moonlight and stars.
    Hair and skin so pale, almost silver.
            Scars amid softness, heat in the midst of cold -
                      your skin.

With feather light touches
You call me closer.
       How can I not obey you, goddess of night, of moon and stars?

I'm not sure why people fear night, fear darkness,
for the two are for quiet meetings between lovers.
     Secluded by trees, hedged by silence
        Only us. Only our breath breaks the barrier.

Delicate,
Divine.
     A flower blooming beneath soft moonlight.
Gorgeous.
     Stripped of facades and favorite disguises.
But never fragile; not frail.
Lovely.
      Peeling away layers to reveal truth.
Gentle. Kind. Loving.

But also fierce. Wild.
Untamable.
          Who could ever hope to tame you? Who should ever want to?

You remind me of fire,
                      bright, beautiful fire.
      Hair and skin so white, hot to the touch,
              Yet I can't recoil away.
              Hungering need to be consumed by your flames.