The Darkness
The darkness.
So solid and sweet within her embrace.
Trailing fingers down my spine.
I watch her.
The darkness.
She strokes my features, strokes my face.
Knowing I’m hers. And she is mine.
I need her.
The darkness.
Tantalizing touch and scent.
Long awaited brush of lips.
I crave her.
The darkness.
Morals broken, shorn and bent.
On icy floors, the finger slips.
I adore her.
The darkness.
I watch the rise of pressing Dawn.
Thinking that my time is done.
I mourn her.
The darkness.
Fading far. Horizon gone.
Blazed within the heat of sun.
I weep for her.
Return
