Dark At The End of The Street

Are they fireflies or cigarettes 
darting into the night
in the safety of shadow
your body presses against mine

Touch my chest and you'll feel
there is a space beside my heart
it's there that I detach myself
behind a firewall of truth
none on the other side persists

The things that we do in the dark...
I have lived so many years of my life
flirting
with the dark at the end of the street...

It seems such a shame that the light we birth
is born undercover, in the blackout
to be kept hidden for the sake of all that goes on
beyond this cavity I've been carving

And when we're done, our lips still wet
we part outside some subway station
I don't turn around, stroll down that street
jettison all feeling into the thick night

The things I've seen in the dark...
living so many years of my life
twisting
with the dark at the end of the street...

As I go home alone
am I a shadow? I don't know
As I disappear amongst
the dark at the end of the street...

 

(October, 2018)

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