Dramatis Personae

There, that is my darkness

Solitude that I call my own
Yet so naively I gave it to her
Like an undaunted, discarded breath;
A fearless prayer.

In here I hide
In the sanctuary of the obscure
In my cocoon, I sense the impulsion.

No, there is no solace
No undoing that tears her open.
To have selfishly yearned,
To have abandoned myself to wanton lust ,
I feel the faithful sweetness of emancipation overflow my lungs

There, there in my darkness
Inside my bloodless dwelling
Are my own melancholy madness and unfounded sensations.

This is where I will rediscover her
Within her ancient eyes
This is where she will return when the twilight wanes
When her teardrops douse me in insatiable flames

This, here in my darkness….