Arcane Paramour

Low-lying clouds of a bluish-gray

Pour your cold rain down on me.

Cinch my jacket up so tight.

Cold fingers always seem to find a way

For the crisp wet kiss at the nape of the neck,

It sends jolts of shivering down my spine.

Indigo light throughout the sky,

Oh, where are the warm yellows, last did I see?

Unpredictable weather, you are a lot like me,

We are both eternally fickle and blue.

With skin so clammy, and breath seen in cold,

The scintillating scent of wet leaves beneath the trees.

I long for you from dusk to dawn,

And in the middle of the night, I curl up ever so tight,

To break the chill of your icy fingers upon my back.

My Arcane Paramour, until you are gone,

You are here, but you make me feel alone.

I can see and feel your presence upon my coat,

For I know not with you where we will go,

But we will be together until your life becomes complete.

Forever, my Arcane Paramour.