Dark Chocolate Days Poem by Dana Korneisel

She lay in the thoughts of that dark chocolate day
of the bitter, delectable sort of a way
He had of making her see him and say
I want you,
I love you,
I need you to stay.

She lay on that dreame, wrapped in thin silver vines
All warped and distorted, turned rust green by time
With thorns of her Old Ways lashed in her side
and thoughts of the old days, of rhythm and rhyme.

She lay by him lonely, just her and her mind
She watched the black clock gears warp as they whined
Called him back from the days where there was so much time
I love you,
I miss you,
To know that you're mine.