You finish

my sentences

 

understand the

thought, before it’s

 

spoken.

 

You grab me from

the dark: your light’s

 

been sought for

centuries

 

in all the wrong

places.

 

It’s a nameless

world

 

we linger here

skirting the edge

 

of story.

 

Blood & brittle bone

define us, but

 

we are only soul

shining.