World Lights You Up Just Right

I wanted to paint him in blue because it fit his mood tonight. Dust him out of silver to clear his aching heart an kiss his lips till the stars went blind. He can bury himself in my safe crystals just to watch him glow like late night stars, but I swear, he looks like heaven. Not the way he does tonight. Moaning in my ear an out loud like he's howling at the moon at midnight. He's got me licking his constellations an my hungry heart has an appetite for the way he trembles. I crave his mouth, his voice, and his hair. In silence, I starve while on the prowl through his streets. This dying hunger doesn't nourish me, his touch disrupts me all day. I hunt for his liquid measure of his steps on my body.