MadVerse Prompt: late night confessions/dark promises

in the gloaming
time flows like molasses
we whisper dark promises of forever
and exchange kisses like late night confessions
full of import but forgotten by morning
in the waning of starlight swirling
at the bottom of the bottle
where we met

Written River Prompt 1362: the moon understands

she watches and loves and reflects his light
so he never notices she is surrounded by the night

all he knows is that she glows
and he himself shines so bright

it can be lonely falling in love with firebrands
she knows he doesn't get it, but the moon understands