j-smith

Dark clouds hover above the bay
surrounding what remains of today,
why don't they strike me,
with a gentle power
to cure the pain, or send me lower
Built of words I am bound to say,
why me and which Master to obey?

I like you dark, so very dark..
while the night flickers in your hair,
it makes me wonder, ... so alone....
it makes me stare
you're so black and unique, so dark, yet fair
I long to see ... I dare to touch I must, I must...
see?.... I want you still
while you don't care