I want to die with you under the moon
and let the cold air quench the burn bellow my neck
if we close our eyes against the blackness
for a moment we don't exist

Death, as if to hold you
resting you lifeless against my cold self
we find in each other a mutual distance
that makes us draw near
and the closer we get
the more the clusters burst inside our cage
lights start to come, spattering across the screen of our mind
and the depth of ourselves reach a frightening height.
An innocent lust

The fright wears thin in the night
the cold ideas of what can happen suit the exitement
subtle, like all it was ment to be
a moment of existing invisibility
the sweetness of the darkness
is the totality of being alone

"Ask me how deep the ocean is." -Oliver Tate

edit- I don't like these poems (quick change of mind) So I'm going to try to write an actual good ..something.

I think I only feel alive in the darkness because I am not a physical man. When it's dark the things that don't matter are understated, or for a moment, don't exist. and all there is, is your mind and theirs. Pushing and pulling on each other, waving back and forth, and I know you feel it too. In the back of your mind there is a yearning for the lights to fall out and for everyone to scream in the darkness. That would be the sound of real truth.

All the things that don't matter become subtle implications. you may say you can't see art in the dark. But art is just an attempt to explain the things we cannot see. What you can see is the tip of the earth and in the night, you can almost feel the universe and all the things we can not see.