The madness of the night
the hotness of the hearts that beat
it’s because the darkness hides the things in us
we don’t want to see,
we don’t want the other to see
the night has space to hold us
and depth to cover us
when we long and desire something,
or someone
and the blood flows with a rush
pulling us towards what we think we need
what we fiercely want
kisses in empty street ways are longer
bodies are softer, closer
eyes and longings are deeper
and abandon feels like the most desirable abyss to fall into
knowing that the night will hold you
the night holds you
for it understands
the madness of the heart.