Shallow
Singularity is not loneliness .her independence, his company. Light up the fire posts, on all corners of your body. Be it, the wanderers find warmth. Hallow eyes in the flicker caught between curiousity, and desire. Reach for his third eye, spitting patterns in the sky. They spill out through motion, round and round the flames. Her lips climbing in and out if his haven, his hands are the winds of her north. Be it, be it, the wanderers find warmth.