the kiss

the kiss
suspended in endless possibilities,
encased in the shadow of a thought,
shimmers in the moonlight.

i am
a moth, drawn to your fire,
blazing flame, bursting
into fiery sparks in oblivion.

she is
cast in eternal darkness,
for wanting too much,
and giving away too little.

he is
oblivious to how she waits,
in darkness, in fire,
her silence is infinite.