Your darkness draws me in like a cold winters night,
wrapping itself around my body, creeping under my skin.
Your darkness whispers to me as the breeze whispers
to the changing leaves on an early autumn night.
Your darkness caresses me like the spring sun that
creeps in to warm the freezing days .
Your darkness ignites a flame deep inside of me that burns
like the deep heat of a clear summers day.
Your darkness is under my skin, your darkness
found the darkness I hide within.
Karen Hayward ©2015