A Home For Darkness

Basking under the bright sun

My demons asked for my home

Swaying my broken boat

Into your dark black eyes

My darkest desires form shapes

Like clouds over the fresh green grass

Unafraid, free, singing thunders

Love, chaos, or space

Rising from the deepest corners

I left the reins into spirals

Undressed walking into your

Darkness, shadows, all voiceless

Your gaze glistened over the parts

Which terrified me, for a long time

Teaching me to paint them

Into art so fragile, conversing

I held your stained bare hands

Soaking under curses or promises

For my darkness had found a home

And I saw yours, glistening 

Deep into my brown eyes.