Night is for the saviors

I draw you in my sleep.
Erasing your lips,spouting venom.
Your eyes,so red in anger.
Your hands...my eraser breaks and my trembling ceases.
I draw him in the morning.
Eyes smiling.
Mouth sweetly pouting,
Hand and fingers tracing the the contours of a woman's face.
At twilight I sign my initials at the bottom of both pages.
Dropping the pencil to the floor,I stare out the window as my long time friend Night approaches ever enclosing me in its comfort.
It comes through the open window filling every crevice and corner of the room with it's dense blackness.
I blow my candles out,I fear nothing.
Memories still haunting me,pushed deep inside.
I unlock my door and wait for the one to save me.
My king with smiling eyes,and lips of sweet nectar.
Hands to caress and protect me.
However long it takes,Ill wait for you lost love.