There’s something about your darkness that brings comforting solitude.

When it’s just you and I,

Everyone disappears.

Though I only know you in black and white,

I see every color with you on my mind.

I feel like I can love myself with the lights on.

Naked and unashamed as Adam and Eve before they fell from grace.

I can be soft

And open.

Welcoming you into my bed after the world goes quiet,

Hearing your voice the way I always imagined it.

Deep and soulful—

Whispering in my ears that we can write our own happy ending,

Your pillow talk will be the pen

And my cries are the ink.

What a beautiful catalyst to the climax

As you creep out of my room

And slip back between the pages.

The morning after,

I have the sense that I’ve known you

For longer than you’ve been in print.

You’ve painted such a picture—

Rising from nothing but a concept

And giving me everything.

If only the reality was as tangible.