I hear you creeping
Through the deep blackness
Of the nighttime basement
Eyes glowing, anticipating
A haven underground
You are awaited by
A willing sacrifice.
As morning begins to
Stroke the dusty blinds
You lay all your jewels
In the warmth of the sun
Fearing a stranger demise
Than that you would have given.
You hum a surreal bittersweet tune
I wrote in a daydream
As we watch in our voluntary trance
Your movement to hide
The true feelings your spirit possesses
As I reach out to you
You bare your vulnerable soul
And this ritual is at once
Dismissed, replaced by
Acceptance and Nakedness.
Whitney December 2002
