"and i was born at the same moment as the sun."

My hand glowing like a moon against his black as night shirt and warm, tough, and tan skin. I want to burrow myself under his think skin and hybernate for the winter. Only coming out in warm weather to smell flowers as he watches me like he always does; Like he's honoured by the thought that i would glance at him once let alone twice.
He looks at me like he's asking, "why am i so lucky as o have you? Why am i so lucky to be your winter cave? Why am i so lucky to feel your warm skin against my walls? Why am i so lucky?"
I only know to smile at such questions. How am i to answer?
Should i tell him it's because i am also lucky to be with him? Do i respond with, "Because something must warm you skin in winter."? Do i respond with, "Because you are a cave that echos love even when i scream hate."? Mabye i should mearly kiss his lips and whisper,"Because you are lucky.".
The wind answers my questions with, "Run away and see what he thinks of luck in comparison with love.".
My child responds with, "I'll be with you forever."
The remainder of my memory wonders how much of a promise has been made? How many times will love and promise echo in the cave before fading out?
My child growls, "None."