the darkness envokes my fears
perhaps it reminds me
of those lonely tears
as i stand in complete
absence of light
i smell something sweet
morrocan musk
stays until dusk
lingering in the air
sweet and warm
he's like a blanket
that i've worn
a soft touch
to remind me he's there
he's near
right here
he is ambrosial
the darkness at my disposal
a quiet voice
speaks to me in the absence of light
he is more comforting than any sight
