The feel of your hands on my face,
The warm flesh of your pale embrace,
The gleaming of your eyes so dark...
The renewing of my life, so stark,
The gentle tickle on my chin,
The way your soul reaches in,
The beauty of your bloodstained cheek,
The dreadful feeling that renders me weak,
The newest night that brings me home,
The way we together roam,
The way you've been there all the while,
Reminds me how I love the darkness of your smile.
Dark Poetry and Writers Guild
