Darkness
©2001 Elizabeth L. Clark

What is innocence
but darkness yet
to be revealed
primal under velvet


Darkness is a cloak
wrapping me in its
deceptive softness
calling, enticing


It is lover, friend
saviour, enemy,
it feeds me, denies me
it is all and nothing


I long for it
fear it, need it
crave it, sicken
from its touch

It calls me again
caressing, seeking
I resist, but only
for a moment

I go to it
a willing victim
walking beside myself
walking with darkness