He was lightning.
Amber eyes, a striking light
Against hair as dark as a starless night.
His purple veins,
Reaching across the darkness for you.
But he is lightning,
Beautiful in an instant,
Deadly in the same.
Only a hairpin trigger,
Away from a billion volts of anger.
Tearing through your peaceful night,
Without warning,
So you count the seconds,
Until the thunderous ending.
To see how close his anger,
Is to striking you down too.
One day too soon,
there will be no time to count,
how far away the danger is.
When his amber beauty turns on you,
shaking you until you see the stars,
no longer will you long for his starless nights.
