Only Darkness is My Love

 Sick lines

and hot metaphors

I have a few hours

I present them as an offering to an ancient god

a little bit of black ink 

and a little bit of mystery 

mixing in the bloodstream 

isn't it invigorating?

my love

my lady

the night that you bring me 

is darker than shadows on a white page all my ink spilled will ever be 

black, cloud covered night, rain thrashing trees

my heart is contented and over joyed with thee

it's you

 and your dark hair, eyes and breast-peaks

that 

enthrall 

me.