The Nature of Dark

"I love you" said the Dark to the Light
"Even when you destroy me,
I love you for that very reason
which makes me your vanquished,
And makes you my conquerer."

"I love you when you lift my cloak,
And peel off layer after layer of my skin.
When your warmth branches through my being like veins;
Like cracks in a glass poised on the edge of collapse.
I love you with a million eyes shining above me,
And a million eyes looking up from below,
Marvelling at your beauty, Light,
But their gazes pierce right through me
As if I'm not there.

"I love you Light, and it kills me each day,
And each night I pray to be murdered again.
To stand my ground for once and, come what may,
Fade into non-existence with open arms,
Embrace you, but I don't dare.  I swear
By the silence that is older than me,
And the vastess it claimed before we were born,
That I love you Light."

"I don't blame you for not trusting me.
I've run away countless times before.
And every time you see me creeping
Back over the places you'd left,
Hiding behind the corners waiting for you to depart,
Sulking inside windowless rooms,
Behind keyless  doors, In the cold and damp.
In all of these, because I love you light, I stay.
That's what keeps me around the corners,
That's why I inhabit those rooms.
That's why I put up with the cold.
Because I love you light.
It's in my nature." 

Oh no my friend I'm not here anymore.
Only my mail arrives here on Tuesday,
But even then it rarely ever finds me.
I've faded into the patterns on my wall.
All I see are endless fields of grass.
Maybe they end somewhere (or maybe I'm walking in a circle.)
I'll probably never get there.
People these days are ordering egg'n-a-half omlets,
They want the crust cut off their toast.
You'ld think that somewhere out there
Some orphan has half an egg and some crust
To be thankfull for, but you'ld be wrong.
We made so many coffins this year,
We also mad planters out of bomb shell casings,
But the plants keep dying in them.
So I say, "It must be the water."
But I know it's not the water.
Even though the water is poisoned,  
I know it's not the water.
Plants just don't want to grow for us anymore.

One more time (or Day One )

Molten copper, red and gold,
In rivulets, cascading over her sleeping face,
And, across the plains of my chest, snaking, they flow.
With every breath, the land swells, and the rivers sway.
Deep in the earth my heartbeats quake,
And I prey to God she does not wake
From her dream.
“Give me one more minute”, let her stay,
One more second, is not asking much,
For a whole day I've spent away.
Let me watch the curve of her lips,
The shadows on her arm,
The sun in her hair, and feel warm,
When I touch her back with my fingertips.
Let me trace the valley of her spine,
One more time.
(One more time)
Lightly so as not to excite, but that I might
Feel and believe this bliss of mine.
This bliss is real.

The beat, beat, beat, in her breast
Sends jolts of pleasure like waves over me.
They engulf me, and shake the foundation of my faith.
(Could this be God in my arms?)
The beat, beat, beat, like battering rams,
Against the four gates of prudence,
As a roar in my ribs gathers like a storm.
Where the caged beast that abates, and is grudgingly still,
Craves the flesh and pines for the thrill,
As it gnashes its teeth on the chains of my will.

“Wake her. Take her.” It growls.
“One more time.
"Taste her flesh, drink her breath,
"One more time,
"Bite her neck.
"Rake her back with my claws
"One more time.”

My eyes dance across her skin,
Tracing the migration of autumn birds,
On warmer winds,
Chasing the salty air,
To that familiar unknown.

"When was it, that you last fed?
"Loosen these bracelets and I'll save us both."
The smell of burnt matches,
Sulphur and wax, hangs in the air.
"You need not hunger" my striped ward adds
"Heed my advice and you will dine together.
"You and I."                                  

Once more I draw breath.
Deep, and slow, life's flow back
Into me lifts the veil of dreams,
I see my bare chest,
And the beast is gone.

When I am Gone

The moon was here when I was born.
It will be there when I am gone.
The clouds that change
The Sun that sets
Chinese Takeout, sex, Corvettes.
They'll all be here when I am gone.

Lovers walking on the sand
Will still be barefoot, hand in hand,
They won't even miss a step.
Shallow waves,
Bonfires, cheap liquor raves.
They'll be all the rage when I'm gone.

Masturbation, Common Law
Serenades and Mardi Gras
Talk show hosts
Wonder Bras
The world won't even pause
It just  keeps going on and on..

For all the wrong things I have done
I count my scars and deny none.
Remorse, regrets,
Coward's Lies,
For that I most apologize,
But those will go when I am gone.