Darkness,I call out
In the dark
You are my cure,
Sweet mixture to curb the cough
Like lycra everything fits like a glove,
A genuine invisible presence.
am to my skin
as breath is to life.
Sun to meaning,
Night to confirmation.
peppered meanings of body.
A closing of events.
Like the mind’s strewn enigma
Summing up in its shards
Of man’s minute occurrences.
Night, I echo
Night gnaws at the gullet
Causing unshifting bodies,
Like dried shoes of forgotten bathers
Night, An infectious malady that eats at the
Eschewed poise of a leper.
Here, in this staged quiet,
Dogs bark in oblivion,
Beckoning the sun to its place once more.
Night, night again,
Darkness lures the faint,
Like followers swallowing a
Silver cloud of air foam;
They dress up their night thoughts and mind seizures
With bright sparkly silks and loose leathers
They spill magical and enrobing brews,
To fiercely speak out their naked crimson herrings.
Night, makes the Day appear weak and extended
Far too much to bear.
In the Dusky Snores_
And against the dim light of Dark,
Right where the beginning starts,
Momentarily, the hand skids a rock on ocean surface,
As lycra the body slithers like a snake,
What the eyes tell are lies for a minute,
Body is perfected against the dark light,
With nothing to change, everything in place.
And the heart endures its’ own
Tragedy in the dark ray shadows;
The looming succession of Light.
22 / 01/ 2012/23:05pm