The sweetest sadness in your eyes

She took my hand and we slipped on misplaced starlight, discarded daydreams littering with sonata-ringing wishes. My brain ached from the fusion of our dangerous souls- those perforated egos lined with shark-sharp zippers- that rude clash of tenacity versus clutchingsenselessheartattack. Bare feet, bare arms, bare wrist to your bare forehead. The fever between us ran cold. I never did care why.