Addiction.

 

 

Addiction.

 

There is but a while during twilight when meet two lovers
and discreetly behind sunset's cover they first
tangle fingers of hazy swirls

in coming grey before hiding in cloud to couple.

 

Sparks fly as dark embraces the light for at a touch stars
rush to the scene, blue blushes red at confessed
desire, hues melt at expressed

passion before dark has to stay and day departs.

 

Black is the shade which dominates then as waits silence
with bated breath until descends change to wrench
them apart as time intends

breaking loose another long bondage of night.

 

When reunited dark and light begin tasting love's nectar 
enjoying each sip before another goodbye
yet needy addiction relies

on sky's change for the two to be tied again.

Reviews

[Neville]

............................ this is Ken zen inchinyo ... or the unity of opposites personified ... a special poem indeed and so bloomin well pinned to the page .. top notch Fay :)

[John the Baptist]

Reminds me of the eternal yin/yang of life. There is a brief merging just before light or dark holds sway, with the cycle repeating itself endlessly. Indeed, something of an addiction.

[Chris Shaw]

The personification in this write depicting both dark and light is quite remarkable Fay. How well you describe it dear poet. A skilled composition and I particularly like your posted image and quote about sunrise and sunset. All good wishes.

Chris