"Hiding In The Dark"

"Hiding In The Dark"

You.
You used to look so good
that I could make an easy effort
out of sizing up your shape
from clear across the room
in the dark.
We used to start
so close
that we shared the sighs between us.
Limited to no vision
in the peripheral sense
but it didn't matter
because all I cared
to see
was directly in front of me.

You still are
to some degree
but.................
with the growing darkness
between,
even your attempts at
transparency
have seen
and forseen
that your luster would wear thin
eventually
and resemble more facade
or fallacy
than what you might have hoped
would be revealed.

Perhaps you aren't without appeal.
Not completely
yet
but one would bet the vault
and all the contents therein
that your practiced intent
cannot contend
with a fault that knows no end.

You're beautiful.
Bright.
Buxom.
Shapely.
The standard bearing image
of what one would say is a lady

and I can't stand the sight of you.

The plight of you
now fuels my indifference.
So right of you
to enlist some distance
as if it restores the shards
of your self-assumed dignity.
A poor man's version
you thought to hide
behind a veil of pride
as frail as the lies
you tell
and live openly.

You took the time
and had the nerve
to open me
and pour in.
I was your next win
and
you were the one sin
that I would ever think to call
my favorite
and if engaged in honesty,
I'll likely savor it
years after we stop speaking.

Even now in this room:
Pitch black.
Darkness peaking.
Temptation peeking in.....
we used to grin
when our sins
would take the middle of the floor;
inviting us to explore.
Daring us to implore
that another score or so
wouldn't hurt if we let go
soon enough
and neither of us
are good enough at that
although time has lent us
the opportunity to improve.

I used to sit here
with you
and reminisce
surrounded by what little
we could see
and we would let our thoughts
be.
We
would find excuses
akin to scribes seeking out muses
for the decisions that would ensue
in our shared solitude.
A mood once imbued
with a heightened enchantment
we were so willfully entranced with
can only offer consternation now.
I used to wait for the day
when we'd find the words to say
that would allow this to continue.
Would take time off,
miss you,
befriend you
again
but then,
this dark room became apparent:

Apparently,
I haven’t seen
enough of you.
Enough from you.
Enough for you
to be worth the act.
No direction.
No plan intact.
Just you until black
took that away.
Once cursed the night
but hid from day.
The light wouldn't dare comfort me
with you here in my company
so here
in black
I'm one with me
but there will be no slumbering
until in the dark
you run from me
and are done with me
but if you choose to remain
for your portion of pain,
you can gather your own stains.

Just don't touch me.

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz