The Dark Places

(Pixabay)

You have taken me to dark places,

to the rooms inside of my self

I did not know need visiting.

You have taken me to corners

where the cobwebs have thrived

for years waiting for the prey

in the air. Places where

lost books gather dust.

They go unread:

a bible for a blind spider,

some double-spaced lines of regret,

a web of lies in an otherwise

believable poem.

But you shape a welcome

in your hands, I find trust. Your body is

a welcome shape. Love itself gathers dust

in between our fingers. Of when and where

you hold my hand, you take me there.

You take me to dark places,

the darkest places inside myself

and within, you shine your light.