When I’m in the dark
All I want is him,
Blurred silhouette warm to the touch,
Skin to skin in the dim.
When the contours in the corners loom,
Hold me without sight.
In the dark, and nothing else,
We are one shadow, slight.
When the lights come on,
Unfortunate details grow.
Like a **** from a crack,
A blemish in the snow.
In the savage of the day,
The barriers of our skin discrete,
We just can’t make sense,
When light and eyes meet.
May 13, 2024
May 13, 2024 at 4:26 AM UTC
When I’m in the dark
All I want is him,
Blurred silhouette warm to the touch,
Skin to skin in the dim.
When the contours in the corners loom,
Hold me without sight.
In the dark, and nothing else,
We are one shadow, slight.
When the lights come on,
Unfortunate details grow.
Like a **** from a crack,
A blemish in the snow.
In the savage of the day,
The barriers of our skin discrete,
We just can’t make sense,
When light and eyes meet.
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