The unknown, the storm that might linger,
the clouds blocking the light.
This darkness haunts me.
It clouds my senses, makes me pale and faint.
Turn the light on.
I can’t breathe in the dark.
.
In the darkness, when everything feels so new,
the taste of unfamiliarity fills me.
It fills my soul. My heart races.
I can’t contain your palate,
trying to break free.
I run my tongue along your depth, nibbling for a hint.
Turn the light on.
I can’t taste you in the dark.
.
Your scent is one that’s grown with me.
Your smell is thick. It defines you.
And while I feel the comfort of your presence,
the mundane spoor scratches my back,
leaving scars, both new and old.
Turn the light on.
I can’t smell you in the dark.
.
Like an old piece of silk,
from the inside of a bag that has crossed the world,
your touch is sometimes soft,
but often cuts me to the bone.
The blood leaves a stain that no amount
of cold tears can remove.
Turn the light on.
I can’t feel you in the dark.
.
Sounds of scenes from days long gone,
fill my head and create movies without color.
I close my eyes, and strain to hear
the words of love expressed.
The promises of a forever wish.
The dreams shared, a lover’s soundtrack
playing on a loop.
Turn the light on.
I can’t hear you in the dark.
.
Our souls are fused with time and tears.
You know my hopes, my dreams, my fears,
and feed me with your love.
My heart dares not beat without yours,
and I won’t meet my life without you.
Turn the light on.
I can’t see you in the dark.
.
The darkness is your void.
It’s a life lived alone, without love,
and laughter and hope.
It’s a soul denied its one true mate,
And forced to navigate blind.
Turn the light on.
I can’t live without your heart.
