and it came with the night Pt2

The touch, nothing was as gentle, a thin sensation of snow cooling skin, birthing into a fluid and continuing it's journey with gravity, flowing downwards on flesh ,  evaporating all sadness into the ether, renewing the bond of pleasure to it's host, a ecstasy synchronous with the strength of titans and the kingdom inside. When flesh holds stories to be read with embrace, the braille glossary of love and pain. ... and it came, with the night. Escaping where eyes are blinded, a untethered imagination witnesses the true hearts desire, unscripted horizons painted onto a canvas where angels dwell, light cast from shadows in an endless dance, waltzing across optical shapes without form, a Genesis unfinished, where you still stand embracing your love, under the vision of every zodiac above you.  Walking away from her, walking away from myself. Searching the sounds of heaven to hear a tear, lost in the rain...