The length of Darkness.

When darkness extends itself,
Venomous,
Over us separately,
I miss your turns, your sudden screams
Or words or whispers,
Your heated proximity
that confines me, devotedly,
to a corner of the mattres.

My arms reach out
Upon an abyss.
Voids:
So deep and gentle,
So wretched,
So palatial.

Muted nights
Pass untroubled,
Craving, alluringly,
For your burning rowdiness.

For C . R