darkness doesn't need stars or a spark to highlight itself

 

gently shrinks the twilight's brimming eyes
to a bokeh of starry diamonds in fluffiness
flows from the frontally stared nothings
to the unfocusingly glanced sideways
in some subtleties

how easy it is for you
to shed this love
and wear on
those fading shades

at such rudity precision and pace
that even shames a chameleon

how whorish you try make me feel
from your roughened tongue
that's dismembered
from lively arterial strings
since unremembered times

as you spell black and white
your repelling intentions
in such intense insipidities

and in a bleak conciseness  
that deliberately amplifies
your armed warning tones

to my alienating retraction
in no defense


I retract anyways


had been the same shrunken
lifeless mass of near-extinction
until you woke me up
by your tantalizing calls


living on the verge
had been my deathly breaths

not new to the swinging in extremities


had lived my butterfly moments
in your valleys of transcience
that’s shut down so sudden


I retract yet again now

once for your convenience


and, yes.   I love
the love-like limelight
you flooded on a while

an unsaid agreement floats around
already agreed upon by my lightning
nod to your mere compelling presence


I bear the brunt of it all.  as if an
appetite naturelle


self-destruction
is my ageless nectarine


neither is this silenced nor tamed
by gimmicks in the flickering
in intimidating undertones