She came to me at the brink of the eve and the end of the day, her heat just before the cold. Though my eyes could not see, I could forever picture her as I wandered to our meeting. 

The sounds of the meadows, with crickets, slowly warming up for their moonlit serenade.

 Her warm and crisp fingers, gilded in metallic rings. 

The taste of her very being, rejuvenating and calming brought against my lips. 

More my mind wandered, the closer she tasted akin to wine and raspberries, light and dark combined as equals.

She played with my blindfold, twirling the knot until it became undone, giggling like a symphony to my ears.

Her soft hair curled around my back and above my shoulders as she was pulled into the sky away from my embrace, her taste gone once more. 

 I saw my love for a second, the daughter of night and day, and like that, I was alone with the stars once more.