melancholy's midnight

 
darkling of faith at rest, resists  
to touch your vulnerability of hate
mix it up and make a recipe that suits my taste, out of fate
 
hurting in the pnuema my breath escapes your stranglehold  
bursts of energy surround me
with a look in, I think I know you,...sweet one
 
seek my sunshine not my immortal need
knowledge is pleasure but to delve too deeply
it is a fledgling error of importance
to touch the sky, to sigh inward for a man's greed,
 
a God's caress
 
urging Him deeper into your soul
with a siren song or genteel smile
gently serenading the darkness
 
unseen but stirring my tempest
forsaking your need
and troubling the restless  
peeking and peaking
 
charming the leerer at midnight
lilting at twilight
then closing out the dawn
 
escalating the pressure of pain, of pleasure
come slowly but don't bloom too fast
lest you forget me knot
 
your petals plucked  
then plucked like a black rose from the garden
and in the misty morning laid bare