A Dark Poem about Darker Romance |
This Time of Year This time of year my temperature runs a little hotter... This time of year my passions flow a little warmer... This time of year as the darkness and the crisp air fogs the shadows of night Something calls from deep inside Somewhere down there in the darkness in the fog in the shadows of night My Lover waits so patiently Silent and still in her long repose As I stand upon the edge of this damp dank precipice Reaching down inside my decrepit soul Searching for the courage to reject this urge which brings me here this time of night My heart aches My brain throbs My needs screech at me like a banshee And all of me steps forward into that darkness beyond the precipice Into the darkness and the crisp air that fogs the shadows of night as something calls from deep inside Somewhere down there in the darkness of the night in the dim and dank fog in the shadows of the night I go To meet my Lover in her long repose. ------------------------------------------------------------- (c) 2010 MG Stough. All Rights Reserved. ------------------------------------------------------------- |