she walks the shadows of the night
her pale hands sheathed in fingerless gloves
her dark eyes scanning the empty streets
her dark hair flowing around her body
her deep red mouth concealing secrets
her pace quickening as she walks - silent
never making a sound as she stalks
searching the shadows for a new thing
a thing she has only dared to dream of
she stops suddenly as she spies another
cloaked in shadow; wreathed in darkness
his dark hair covering eyes she yearned for
his head lifting slowly to reveal them -
glowing softly in the darkness about him -
and catching her breath, stealing it away
she paced herself slowly, walking to him
and he noticed her and smiled with joy
as if he knew she would be waiting for him
and he began to walk toward her, quickly
as if he could not bear to stay away
and when they met in the middle of the street,
darkness meeting darkness, morphing into one,
they realized they were meant to be here
in this moment together, where they can create
dark love
