There were moments <br />when she slipped <br />again to the edge of her solitude <br />which in full view exuded its dark charm; <br />she gazing it in the eye <br />her hand in my hand <br />my bringing her back <br />this once more again <br /> <br />back but still drawn <br />still able <br />in the next moment <br />to say yes <br />to that sweet interiorality <br />that withdrawalness <br />brings. <br /> <br />No one in there but her <br />when she went there; <br />no pressure; <br />a certain peace <br />which comes from <br />not being out there <br />where Strife <br />and Expectations live. <br /> <br />Maybe that was it. <br />Being out there. <br />She just felt that she could <br />be out for just a small while <br />but could not sustain <br />feeling phoney among those <br />used to the light. <br /> <br />I felt <br />in these times <br />I failed her <br />not being attractive enough <br />to make sunlight cleanse her <br />of vampire kisses <br />and dark attractions. <br /> <br />But she did come back <br />from that Mental Cave Dark. <br /> <br />Our dance <br />is this quiet dance <br />where survival is at stake <br />with every step advanced; <br />every step withdrawn matters. <br /> <br />One day she said. <br />'Have you noticed <br />I have had no dark moments <br />in a long while? <br />'Yes, ' I said <br />'Why? <br /> <br />She said <br />'I have grown exhausted from the back and forth. <br />I have decided to stay here for a while.' <br /> <br />That was how it ended, just like that.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dark-dancing-elle/
