There’s a certain sound of night,
Draining balloons –
That pierces, like the knife
Of light from the moons.
Numb heart, it gives us –
We can find no escape.
But offered-only love,
Can ease brutal rape.
None may see it – Ever –
‘Tis a ghost rarely seen –
A solid, oak doorway
To a place never been.
When it comes, my arms react –
I listen – hold my breath –
When it goes, ‘tis like the rogue
Being sentenced to death.
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