Elegy on a Light Bulb

It flickered
Like the shy blinking
Practiced to perfection
By the seasoned coquette.
It has lived;
Its virtuosity
Illuminating
So many.
But no longer.
The darkness is alluring,
So deceptively soothing.
The time has come
For the heathen plunge
Into the forbidden pool
Rippling with ecstasy;
The time has come
To die.

Wet Dreams

It's a dark world

And all's asleep

I am no different.

But is my slumber peaceful?

My breath is ragged

While I writhe in bed;

The ebony silence

Teased by my moans.

I wake up

To a warm wetness

And an empty bed.

Another night joins

The sands of my hourglass;

As I wake up

Not to your gentle kisses

But to my tears