I fear the things that I desire
your darkness and your tears
both cause my heart to race
and my dreams to blossom
out of the black ice of night
crashing through walls of sleep
always strangely filled
with memories of your face
then gently fading away
like petals in the harsh light of day
© Ann Bagnall

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