Third Edit: Denial

[Achebe]

Some suggested edits below to trim further. But the main weakness is the mixing of metaphors. You are a dark room and she is light, but darkness (now meaning ignorance, wilful or otherwise) protects both of you from the truth. Darkness protects light from the truth? You see why the metaphors make no sense?

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 protects 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.