Night Animal

In the darkness of the night
I told myself that my eyes had adjusted

Told myself the ebon landscape had become my turf

Then you opened that damned door
Your jet black silhouette
Framed in searing white light etched itself on my retinas
And I could see only your darkness

I had to scream
There was no choice

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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