strange and beautiful

Today we did not wake up together as I didn't sleep, but I was quiet beside him while he was in slumber. How poignant can this get? He seemed like an apparition in the moonlit darkness, he is an ephemeral whim, poetic, beautiful and tragic. His earring glinted in the moonlight and it led my gaze down that familiar slope I'd tasted again and again.
(Give me more time and I will write my name across your skin with my tongue.)