The generous electric bulb
Of this room
And its luminous extravagance,
Under both I feel naked.
Its cruelty I dislike
And so its suicidal penetration
Into lives.
Shall there be no companion
to darkness?
Shall there tread none
The path which is but dark?
This flooding white of the bulb
Renders me blind
While it slaughters the
Darkness around.
Rather,
I am in love with
An intruder,
Who partly hides behind
The unfurled curtains.
It is his shyness that I adore.
Seeps slowly through the window
And scatters all over.
It shimmers through my
unkempt hair
while still hidden,
oh, that curtain!
His ways –
Too lucid and careless,
Sometimes intoxicating
At others contemplating.
Easily, he demarcates
The space of our togetherness.
But never once in conflict
With the darkness
That I harbor,
Within and Without.
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