Love - Or Poetry?

I invited Darkness in one night
"Come sleep with me,"
I said.
"I have dimmed the candles and
Cooled the sheets on my bed."
True Darkness came 'cross my window-pane, embraced me tight.
That Darkness that did always steal
In for the night.
He ran his windy fingers through my wild hair
Kissed my cheeks with ice-cold breath
Said, "You
I cannot share."

I have a diamond wrapped in silk
Beneath my bed,
A present from a lover who went straight to my head.
A present from a lover, a lover lke no other,
Who'll be with me till - and when - I'm dead.

A diamond wrapped in silk could be
A fortune made, a money tree!
But 'tis no jewel of hardened rock
The Darkness gave to me.
And still, each night, he holds me tight
With promises of poems;
And I tickle my ears with icy tears -
For I'll always be alone.