Desires of the Dark

Note to the reader: This is not verse. It is just prose which lacks a sense of continuity. Since poetry unshackles the fetters of logical continuity, I have decided to take advantage of these and present my thoughts in the pseudo verse from. I have done so for two reasons; one, because there is a common thread holding these thoughts together; two, the thread isn’t enough for me to weave the fabric of prose with any semblance of cohesion.

Late night conversations were always moments she drew the most from him.
The enveloping darkness made them feel together, yet alone.
The darkness covering their imperfections.
The flabbiness became invisible,
The grays on the temples lost to the blackness of the night.

The darkness in its hunger,
Would envelop, devour, and cover-up whatever was offered, whatever was revealed.
It was the time to profess hidden loves,
Secret desires, unspoken fantasies.
The darkness was friend, was foe.
A saviour in happy times, and a killer in the bleak.
The greatest security and the greatest fear.

The darkness – such a strange thing.
Holding your hand and walking with you,
Holding you heart, it is dark claws and crushing it in its death grip.
Enveloping you in its all covering embrace,
Obliterating any memories as if they were never made.

While mornings are always a sign of cheer,
of the sun shining, of new days and,
of those beginnings new.
The night is the time of thought.
of more things than the morning can ever dream of being.
Aah, the splendorous night of such multifaceted abilities!
Of dreams, and nightmares.
Of demons under the bed and of shadows against the fading light.

More so, the time of whispered loves between entwined lovers,
of hatched plans and would be criminals.
Of burnt oil and of razed hopes.
Of labour pains and of anxious waits.
Of births and of deaths.

The time of black rain,
dotted by the orange glow of sodium vapour.
Of singing crickets and buzzing mosquitoes.

Why do we need morning?
Why do we need to separate from our lovers embrace?
For the dreams to end?
To watch the washed beauty of nature,
after the night of dark rain?
To feel the cold that enters between the lover bodies?
To watch the affection in the lovers eye,
reflected in the morning light that steals in with the cold?

The answers are the secret that darkness holds, with its lover, the light.
Whom it covers each night. Like the moist lips enveloping the lovers desire,
like the warm dampness that makes the embrace complete.

Whatever the night shows,
the day displays in brighter colour.
Whatever the day reveals,
the night shrouds in mystery.

The brightness is muted,
even as the senses are enhanced.
Like the difference.

Difference between looking into a lovers eye
and feeling the touch of skin beneath the finger tips
with the eyes closed.
Like the difference between taking in beauty.
and taking in the lovers musk.

With the day sinking into the bed of sea,
as the lady darkness lays upon him
bringing out the sighs of calm.
sighs like the waves make,

on reaching their lover, shore.
of sea stroking the earth.

of work ended.
of love begun.