In the Endless Night

Your smile takes shape bright, in the darkness. I turn my head away, from the “illusion” of hope, I look at another point in the dark, drowned in darkness. You turn, your eyes take shape, your shoulders, your whole being takes shape you come before my eyes. Leaning on my trembling elbow half-risen, I sit up on the bed. I stare at your face I stare at your loving gaze I stare at your silent passage through all the steel bars — lined up behind all my darkened windows. Your fingers wander over my temples. Your fingers lift the loads of pain from the shoulders of my veins. My tears fall. I lay my head on your chest my arms around your shoulders — tighter than the arms of a lost shell around its pearl. — I press you to my breast. The warm waterfall of your kisses pours over me, washes me. of my darkness. And your morning’s dawning, suddenly your morning’s dawning, blossoms in my womb, in the endless night...