Look at that—no, look at you,
The devil in the frame.
A velvet darkness breaking through
That puts the light to shame.
One second turned is one too many,
I’m anchored to the sight,
Forgetting every word and any
That speaks of hollow light.
Keep the "googly" words away,
The soft and shallow speech;
I have darker things to say,
And heights I want to reach.
You’re the shadow, I’m the night,
Or maybe we’re the same—
A heavy, deep, and dark delight
That doesn't need a name.
I want to sit within your space,
Beneath that jagged crown,
And read the secrets on your face
Until the sun goes down.
To tell you how your beauty bites,
How sharp and cold it feels—
The kind of dark that sets to rights
Everything it steals.
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