Your Dark Side

solitude stands in the bar door
the place i go to find her

her lips like wine

why don't i love you more?

i could answer you call everyday
but i fear you
your dark side

the last few trists have been wonderful

your dark side

but we've never talked this much before

perhaps i only had to strike up the conversation
or listen to your thoughts

your dark side

poem by John Kipling Lewis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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