After Dark My Sweet

February 8, 2015 § Leave a comment

His gentle caress brushed upon my cheek and so did the sun below the mountain peak. “When do I see you again my love?” and he answered, “After dark my sweet.” My every movement through the day was exercised with passion’s touch. To wait for dark seemed all enough.
After Dark, my sweet kissed me. We spent the night, the three of us (with him, with me and the beast).
“When my love?” I asked eagerly and he answered,
“After dark my sweet.”
Who is day if I am night? Am I kept in dark to be kept from sight? A vulture’s smile was what I saw when he assured me that he did in fact adore me.

Walking onto morning’s edge I felt a shadow lift from my feet; until he turned around and said, “After dark my sweet.”

Darkness came of course, as it did. We spent the night the three of us (with him, with me and the light). “May I see day my love?” and his answer came, “After dark my sweet”

After dark, my sweet was wrapped up in linen sheets. I had told him, “I am mourning for the morning.” and this time when he turned his head, it was different, what he said,
“Light glows brightest in the dark and you, My-Sweet, are the darkest bread of dark.”
His judgment’s taste was to my disgrace and I felt vengeance bite in passion’s place. I demanded us to meet and stay met and he turned his head and said, “After dark my sweet”.
So I did what any lover would do, to honor the words of my lover as true. An eclipse was made to keep the light away. He would never set foot into the light of day. Even if he caught fire from its avid rays his soul will remain in the darkest shadow, darkened with the overcast of my own shadow. My bitter-sweet, who is mine now to forever keep.

Photographer: Peter Coulson Photographer: Peter Coulson

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