Night in Amore

At first, he was evil and unknown, all I ever feared as a child. . . . so troubled

He is comfort now and with fear I’m no longer concerned

My sincere responses are tenderly learned.

Diminished, I anticipate calming, fueled by this silent resurrection

A re-born disciple, each time he accepts my aching invitation

Absorbed in the security that he will infiltrate my inner sanctum.

Sacred, passionate, faithful, a mundane anomaly

Fiercely I protect my aloneness, yet his arrival I welcome and embrace

And as always with the dawn I grieve his inevitable exodus made in haste.

Sheathed by him, the wild thoughts dance and my mind becomes prolific and fertile

My offering, a battle-raw soul and the combat wounds achieved

Willingly I suspend sleep for a union to bring something conceived.

I wait for his validation and to be seduced and inspired and soothed and humble

The only consistent thing this life has ever noted

He is wholly and unconditionally devoted.

A sultry unification of indefinable shadows

An aura of sounds trumpet the enchanting ritual has begun

Swathed in the otherworld and only concluding with the penetration of the sun.

I have an intimate knowing of his antediluvian rites

I am his voyeur,  I painfully, lovingly study his stealth and activity  

He is ambiguous to most, but not to me.

I watch him and know him

I study his silent changes and discover his intimate details and essence

Is that why he gives me unconditional acceptance?

I curl tighter into his kindness, his serenity, his calm

Blessed friend, confidante and sentinel of light

I need no words to impart my plight.

He just knows

Faithful hours of darkness,. . .my shelter from the wickedness of  vulnerability

His exaltation is grounded on one sweet honor; his unshakeable, angelic dependability.