fourth night

your fingers
a thousand hands,
in a ritual dance
up and down
my skin and spine;
a tender pain
glazed my face
and i realized
i was smiling.
trauma inspires memory
a movie screen
of cerebral sorrow,
flashbacks geniune
joy countered with horror,
lust and love,
murder and retribution;
roman candles blazing
once the dark illumined
my hopes illusioned,
left holding
a fistful of scars;
shirk back to night
the fog of absolution,
engulfing me
as you once did;
you offered me
honey from the hive
and i chased it down
with hemlock.

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