Love is Dark
That dark night, you pounded objection into the piano, your dissonant hammers hammering against me in the dark. What grief sustained, to push away your hope? I waited there in the dark, in that dark, terrified desiring. Were you monster or mystery, man under spell? Love would know, but I could not choose love, yet.
And euthus! I was pushed through the dark, to you, and my hands fell firmly on the unknown, untouched: your soma. It was our first touch, warm, there in the dark. The piano held its peace; my heart hammered instead, hammering, hammering. But then, I was yours, and I was wrapped in all places, known, finally, but still dark. Dark, dark, dark throbbed instead of time. How long? Always. We are still there, in the dark, not letting go.
