He captures the night

He flies with me through endless nights
where daylight seems impossible,
and all I know is the rush of his hands
and the curving swoop of his smile makes
twinkling stars swoon and droop.
He lies with me 
and stormy weather becomes calm again.
Then those hands, those fingers  guide me                                                 as, like candles, we flicker in the dark.
As the shadows dance all around us
like little nymphs,
he captures the night and I, 
I tumble further and further.