Spilled Ink from the Vault

I miss you, but
I’ll never describe
the darkness of those depths
unless you ask.
It’s not
that I don’t want you to know,
don’t want to risk a vulnerability.
I never want to be the Eve to your Adam.
If you wish me to be your sin
I will never have it said
that I was your temptress, your downfall,
though Heaven knows
I’d let you be mine.