she was still asleep
so when I spoke
I am quite sure she did not hear a thing
the rain pelted the roof in vain
she stirred
half awake, fell asleep again
"There is light in love, but darkness is what it brings."
I drifted off into my dreams
the beat
of her pulse, rhythmic, soaked my screams
I held her close, she clutched me
through the night
and in the morning
I slept on
through the warm sunlight of early dawn
there is truth, but no one wants it
they have spite
