In The Pit Of Me. Poem by Jethro Kisakye Mark

A cipher stirs in the pit of my skull,
A morass of desire that only you can stir.
I'm drawn to your dark fire like a moth consumed by a flame,
A passion that devours and leaves me a hollow, gnawing desire.

Your eyes, like two black holes suck all the light from me,
Leaving me a vacant, echoing space where only shadows be.
Your touch sets the tinder of my soul aflame,
Melting my heart and unleashing a maelstrom of pain.

In your presence, I'm a fracturing mirror shattered by the force,
Of my own longing, reflected back, a grotesque, and beautiful course.
You're the razor that slices through my defenses, and lays me bare,
Exposing the raw, pulsing wound, that only you, my love, can repair.
Jethro Kisakye Mark.