Third Edit: Denial

[Richard]

Third Edit:

Denial

I am a dark room:
curtains drawn,
mirror made meaningless,
door slammed shut.

You are a flickering light:
alone in the hall,
dying slowly,
easily replaced.

Second Edit:

Denial

I am a dark room:
curtains drawn,
mirror made meaningless,
door slammed shut,
shadows invisible.

You are a flickering light
in the hallway,
desperate to find a crack,
but there can be no entry.


First Edit:
Denial

I am a dark room:
curtains drawn,
mirror made useless,
dreams where desires no longer sleep
but sprint beyond a consciousness
cluttered with words like, "Goodnight,"
and, "How's your wife?"

You are the light
pressing against my window,
desperate with hope to find even a crack
to penetrate.
But there can be no entry,
no kiss at sunset or sunrise,
only darkness can protect us from the truth.


Original:

Denial

I am a dark room:
curtains drawn,
mirror made meaningless,
consciousness defiled by the unconscious.

You are the light
shining against my window,
hot like temptation.