#1467 - it was always the dark

 

1467

5.6

6.i.24

it was always the dark

 

where

felt the best breeze

where I tasted

the unseen

 

it was in my pants

at the back of my head

 

far in the socks as well

well deep

 

it was always the dark

did for me

 

tucked under and up

blindfold for bullets

 

an 8 ball eclipse

 

silence for the eyes

it was

 

inward of skin

storm grey

 

in thicket

or under bark

 

shuttered

till the dream

 

it was always the dark

and fall in with

 

so often blamed for daylit deeds

 

a kind of stumble we each do

lit by one’s own sun

 

then won’t it be lovely to go?