Ask the Dark

Ask the dark why you invade me cloudless
in the cunning. Ask the dark why you’re a poem
in my breakfast bowl. Ask the dark the nature of
my hiding place inside you. Ask the dark why you
tumble dry my memories. Ask the dark where in
the arc of you my heart took to sleeping. Ask the
dark why you heel my every dream and step. Ask
the dark why you are the dark of me.
August 18th, 2010