Instrument of Darkness
Once again we are alone in the darkness: you and me.
We sit in this room bathed in the silvery light of the moon
Shining, glowing, beacons for each other
Our glances betray our thoughts
You tremor at the touch of my fingers; I melt at the song of your voice
We are clay and potter at each other's whim
How I wish to caress your cool skin - holding your body to mine
Sliding my fingers upon your neck
How I wish to feel your breath against my chest
Your weight against my thigh
Your strength in my broken heart
Alas, it is only a dream.
A foolish wish of hope and caring lost in the waking world of deceit and pain-devoid of love.
You take the abuse from my anger born of pain
And drink the liquor of bereavement as it flows from my eyes
Speaking the soft delicate downy words of the dream
Removing the venom of anguish from the fractured vessel within
'Come to me,' you whisper to my soul.
'Take me in your arms…'
You accept my wounds without question
Altering each blow into a flee