mystery man,
he is the very caricature of the moon
showering all with kindness
just like moonlight;
soft and gentle.
yet bold and commanding
as is over the stars
and when hidden by clouds
there is an air of magic and enigma
about him.

mystery man,
a thousand thoughts
behind those evocative eyes
every time he takes a look at me.
words stream from his alluring lips
and he spins them carefully
like a spider crafting a web.

mystery man,
builds a fortress with every embrace
as if simply holding me close wasn’t enough
presses against his chest
and strong arms that tell every part of me –
body, brain and soul – that i am safe,
protected.

and so it goes
our slates are clean;
a state of grace
you find me unarmoured
just enough to let you in
but not know too much
you play your cards the same way
like the novel that you are;
with chapters upon chapters
waiting to be read and explored
such is a quest i hope to undertake.