In This Black of Your Night

In the Darkness of Your Night

In this black


your night.

I can touch you,

I can smell you;

I can feel your hot

breath on my cheek

when you whisper

that I am evil

that God watches

that surely I will go to Hell

for what you’ve done

so I lay here

I go numb

I can’t know

I won’t know

I will not know

what you’ve done.

I remember

And I forget

Why I’m wicked

Why I’m frightened

Why I want to

bleed this pain

for love.

I forget why

I lay here,

in this darkness,

in this fear,

in this black


your night.

(C) Rob Goldstein 2015