Dark and Light

For most, loving in the dark is scarier than loving in the light
but I beg to disagree
it is much scarier to love in the light with all those pretty smiles,
and artificiality it is easy to get lost in a pair of eyes
and words of persuasion through a glamoured view from a masterful performer;
while in the dark, you see nothing rather you feel the earth beneath you,
the rumbling of laughter from the person who found you despite the desaturation
of everything
you see, but you don’t
you see with your insides; the lungs, the gut, the heart –
and unpracticed you both crawl and fumble and tumble
just enjoying the company


Your lips and my lips 

play with wet fire 

Your fingers and my fingers

lick infernos in its wake

Your love and my love 

will burn the world ’til it kneels