It wasn’t long before he came knocking like he’d done so many times before. I slid into the comfortable window side bench and gently unlatched the metal hook causing the window to swing open. There he sat across from me his deepest eyes looking right into me.

“Can you see it?” I questioned in a light airy tone. His face contorted in confusion as he stared at me.

“See what, dearest Gloria.” He responded, voice raspy and rough as always. The moon illuminating his pale skin so I could just see his features. They weren’t as grotesque now as I had found them when we had first laid eyes on one another. They were subtle and pleasant.

I situated myself into a more comfortable position and smiled. “My soul,” I began “my dreams, desires, hopes and aspirations..” again he only stared back confused. I returned his look of confusion with a sad smile.

“Never mind, it was a silly thought” I brushed the thought out of my mind. It would be a waste to talk of those things with him. I should just enjoy the time we spend together rather than searching for something more. He seemed to relax after I dropped the subject. The rest of the night the conversation flowed like water. We talked about problems big and small, things that troubled him, things that troubled me. It was simple and perfect as always.

Though our chats can never last forever. Soon the sun began to rise warming my skin. He took my hand in his softly kissing it before fading away promising to come back again soon like he did every night. Once faded away I inspected the area where he had kissed my hand, I stuck out my tongue and tasted it.

I savored the flavor of him for a moment. Relishing in the sin and imperfection.

“Human souls really are.. divine..”