A vaulted sky

by jaywcoombes

As the sun gave way to the stars, and the sky bled into darkness, I drank in the twilight. Holding your hand and watching the danse macabre of the moths and flame of the open fire, I was content.

The scent of the ocean, so raw and primal, clashed melodically with the sweet smell of your hair. I knew in that moment, with a certainty of feverous insanity, that no other could sway me more rapturously as you. 

I am, and always will be, vulnerable to you.