Loving Strangers (Inspired by Beautiful Creatures)

Loving strangers,

Green eyes, dark hair.

Billowing in the wind,

In a dream.

Lightning flashing, tornado blowing

Yet all i see, a beauty in front of me.

I reach out to touch you

But fingers

knowing fingers will slip in

and out

Again, and again.

I call out your name

My name.

For all it's worth.

Fingers slipping,

we both fall, and fall into what

a lack of light can produce :

Nameless, faceless creatures

Non-existent almost, 

And yet, I can't help 

Loving strangers.