Shadows, ebony, reflect upon me,
my obsession with the night … when I’m free
to be me.
In flight of fancy, I slip in his arms.
He disappears—again—sets off alarms.
Scared, I feel fright, as well as sheer delight.
Shared my all willingly, quite tenderly.

Lay in an ocean of simple passion
withering in slithery reaction …
can you see?
Tides of sorrow ripple slow, utter bliss.
How can this be love when all is remiss?
My wish is sincerity, hugs, a kiss.
Disappointed in you, your reaction.

Cried black tears that cloaked body, spirit.
Satisfying me? Knew how to do it,
complete me.
Night, velvet with beauty, soothed me to dreams.
I soared to the moon, sunshine, true star streams,
suddenly woman … a little wanton.
Put on a pedestal, fell in a pit.

Look in my teardrops, see split reflection.
Was it love or mutual attraction?
Was it me?
Unconditional love’s traditional.
Thought we had something special, magical.
How’d ‘we’ come to be? Chosen randomly?
Did I mention needing your attention?

Obsessed with night, soaring to you in flight,
right or wrong. Feelings make it seem so right.
In my dreams everything is perfection;
reality is … I’ve no protection.