Saturday, September 16, 2023

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


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