Nictophile

Heartstring Eulogies

“When you were near, my skin seemed to sing
at the thought of you.”

It was the pauses. The gaps between your words. The silence between your sentences. And the darkness behind your eyes. But that darkened silence was never anything to fear. Instead, it only served to heighten my awareness of your proximity to me. How my skin seemed to sing at the mere thought of those eyes roaming freely. How my fingertips and even my parched lips seemed to tingle when I thought of how you would feel, moving against me. I knew I needed a taste of you. I knew what I felt went beyond simple desire. It was much deeper. That dark welcomed me with open arms, and I knew I’d never want anything else.

© Sarah Doughty

Maybe that’s why
I love the night
so much.

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