Some Nights I Give Myself The Rag Doll Blues

come darkness and be me
                                                 my lover
enshroud me in the fullness of your bloom

ssh!                               secret quiet
let’s pretend we’re petal whispers

dearest night                with shadow touches
of your cotton thread fingers
possessed with lithe spirit of skin kiss
                                                    - romantics

make me soft                oh darkness my lover
                                        please
please
                come hold my frayed hand

©2008 Charlotte DeAth
First Published 2009 by Counterexample Poetics