The Sinner’s Night
These reckless hours blinding diamond bright
We lift the caution where all eyes may bear
Yet solar gravitation well you fight
Away into the sinner’s night you tear
Along this corridor, my muse’s maze —
I stumble as the bard did warn I would
While certain to my heart this act lays waste
What power have I to resist such good?
The lonely hours of a lifetime stretch
But at the thought of you, do fall apart
These fleeting months your lips I’ve longed to catch
The You within my mind invites a start
A smile, a sigh, a drag of silk on wool
The hearth alight with more than paper flames
I slide into a diorama fueled
With that fair love that dare not speak its name
Awakening to wooden footfalls heavy
Despair I that my mind lies worlds away
A dangerous tide now threatens local levies
Though inconvenient, I come anyway
Increasing with the weeks, your furious flight
The force of exit doubles your return
While pondering why lovers all you spite
I while away, my wish your taste to learn
Until one fateful evening I am left
With nothing but the phantom you inspire
To conjure up a shadow, soul bereft
Yet solid for the task my needs require
The bottom of my dreams I cannot graze
But summit I do reach and claim my own
When through this climb my fragile fourth wall razed
At timbre yours, so early ventured home
Beneath well hooded eyes my chance does flash
A future to be caught or flung away
I offer you a line to walk at last
Or dim the stars, speak no more of this day
Before the options cool upon the air
You dive below the surface of my scenes
Reality grows more than I can bear
Until the city echoes with our screams
Perhaps a tryst is all you sought to find
Encounter without meaning to engage
And if alone the dawnlight shall unwind
I vow with grateful grace to turn the page
Alas, my desperate heart my mind won’t heed
And since entanglements as these do end
My only dignity I now concede
That you should crave in me more than a friend
A light does bloom without first being cast
The source: your love, returned, full free and brave
And as you cross a threshold never passed
You raise a hand and bid me do the same
AO3: The Sinner’s Night by englandwouldfalljohn | Better Than Fiction by Irrevocably_Sherlocked