properties of light

Small bursts of enchantment

Where the things they find ridiculous

About themselves, become delights

Rare, to find himself not fighting

The restless hungers, replaced as they’ve

Been with something stronger, less sparing

But more forgiving

But still, he catches sight of her

And murmur purrs of appreciation

Insatiable and unstoppable,

Still playing, toying with one another,

Even in the deep, soft quiet of

Evenings listening to the rain outside.

It is all his fault

He is the worst

But each time, she looks up and smiles

In such a way it pinches his heart

Makes the blood flow a little faster

And the breath in his lungs

Holds the properties of light