Four A.M. Milkshakes

He came to her through the lingering shadows of night as she called out his name. There he stood over her weeping body as she watched rising embers disappear from crackling flames like fireflies swimming up into the black sky. His forbidden hand reached out toward her aching body, their familiar fingers interlaced, as they pulled eachother into a dark embrace. Glowing, piercing souls intertwined as they swam in eachother's eyes over and over again with great abandon until the siren's song rang out in the morning light through a sweet melody only angels cry in secret.