why does she crave the darkness so
eschew the heights for deep below
the thermocline where sound and light
refuse to go and let the night
hold onto its eternal sway
she cherishes the could have beens
if caution had been thrown to winds
and hungers dark given the chance
to be unbridled and to dance
' til sated then to slumber
like embers in the woodstove cold
and dark before the passion's breath
awakens red and hot and bold
the darkness held within
© 2018 Frederick Andrew ~ All Rights Reserved
Inspired by a post by Lori Carnegie Ryan
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