It is tonight
so close to the last night
burning with desire unequaled by the first night
and if ever there were a night to recall me,
make it this one,
with the air so quiet and the moon so still,
and the fire burning down our throats like nothing,
remember this.

Connor is a writer and editor, living in Northwest Indiana and Boston, Massachusetts. Follow him on Twitter @keepthemuse for topics like flour, flirting, fanfiction, and the process of becoming a literary highwayman in real time.