Monday, February 3, 2014

Ode to the Dark

We are lost
You tender thing,
Don't be afraid;
There is crystal
In the blackness
There is honey
In the void.
There are no gods
To serenade us,
Just the sound
Of our clinking forks.
Eat! Eat up the night
That becomes us
The distance between us
Isn't so far
Let's make love
In the broom closet
Where life has left us,
Forgotten. Blessed.

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