Filtering through the curtains, shone the full moon, pure light
Obliterating the last speck of colour off Sherlock's face
Evening's shadows caressing the contours where his
Shy-like smile reached his eyes, meeting the returned affection
Opulence in a single moment, where all the world was gone, except
For the two men lingering in each other's warmth, slow motions
Rich in unbidden love, a reality without importance
Each touch an eternity, in which they longed to lose themselves
All was insignificant, meaningless, except for the look in John's eyes as…
Lower, slower, eager, self restraint to hold on to the fulfillment
I, you. Together. Until
Tomorrow comes in the form of morning, sweeping away the magic
Yonder, still, in their fresh memories…Cherished as love.