Motes

And together we stood, amidst waves of dust and darkness and despair.
And in the shadows, we could not see. She did not see me, nor did I see her. And she did not see me.
And from silence spoke such sweet seductions, like tendrils of a long lost lust slipping slyly down my ears.
“Dance with me.”
And she did not need music, nor light nor sight.
For together we danced without whispers all night.
With nothing but each other, with nothing but a touch.
And soon it was over, and light replaced our love.