Love Terrors

A distant terror harrows the depths of me, Inviting the darkness of night, Amid my silent cries of protest, Sullying the streak of a grasping morning’s light. To be alone, alone, A sole flower dying in a Field of barrenness And in this nightmare of solitude, A dream of hope unfolds. I see my lover burying the length Of me with darling kisses As tender as a child’s first breath Each sensation as exciting as the first. Every desire satisfied in a moment. Those that thirst will be attended. Those unsung are not forgotten. Those in the making will not be unfed.