Odd how the darkness settles on me so lightly
that sometimes I don’t even know if it’s there,
morning sunlight makes up for the evening
of the night before, but
some shadows still lure me into corners,
who’ll cure me or them of this?
She clung so tight to me
thought she would bite me though
didn’t know she would kiss me,
you can do that some more
the evening of the night before?
© 2019, John Smallshaw.