I wait for her in dark forests.
Each passing moment until our touching,
Sunlight desperately trying to part the treetops,
Is spent imagining that connection.
The bark of the log soaks up my need.
I slip soundlessly into sleep…
Before waking into a black bag.
How can day run away from night so quickly?
Did you come and not want to wake me?
I stretch and yawn, my eyes needing time to adjust.
Not my ears though,
The macabre music of midnight
Creaks and shrieks.
Although I’m not afraid.
This is my forest, after all.
I bring the horrors to this party.
Within the gruesome pervasive pine
That even malevolent shadows fail to dance,
I see your flashing image and
Sadly realise that you aren’t real, again.
You probably never were.
This is not a nighttime from a long sleep,
This leering midnight wood.
I am still there now: snoring.
The trees have turned to clawing zombies,
Reaching out to tear my limbs from my torso,
Like future serial killers on scared puppies.
You are the tender dream that
Makes even angels green.
Out there, somewhere,
I can smell your gentle spirit.
As I blindly stumble I imagine you holding me in soft, warm arms.
It’s a thought which starves the madness.
It’s a hope that stakes the vampire.
One day, my love: one day.