With the Light of the Moon

i meet him by his window at nights. his face illuminated by the irredescent light. his head resting lazily on my arm, i am taken aback by his brazen charm. of our secret encounters no one knows. kept hushed... as quiet as the wind blows. he doesn't say much just whistle softly this tune. this tune he knows intoxicates me. gently pushing, lightly tugging. easily overwhelming, ...i give in wrapped in his warm embrace, i lay bare my soul for only him to see. he knows my secrets, my innermost thoughts, and yet, still, we are strangers, brought together by warped emotions and failed endeavours. i stay with him until he rest his eyes. kiss him softly and whisper goodbye