Whispered Wanderings

Darkness falling,
feelings flowing again.
You know the ones,
those that behave
staying hidden
in the light of day but
blooming, no, exploding
back into existance
as soon as the sun
goes down.

And I sit, lured
by their intensity,
trapped in their
insistence that I
partake of such
sweet nectar –
remembering too late,
that acidic aftertaste as I
try to force them out
through desperate keystrokes.

klm
12/6/24