Night Rambles

I.
A scratch is all it takes
to leave an etch on forever
A line - so shallow
yet firm- and unyielding
On unwritten, virgin skin
already tainted
by sins of the flesh
It's in abandon where
silence sheaths her claws
And tears so sharp
Where sadness plays accomplice
Thy Victim- the Heart.
Yet it's on the outside where it shows
though not nearly enough
Eyes never want to befall
On unholy ground

II.
Nocturne steals upon thy shadow
Unwittingly you recline
Unwillingly I resigned
I couldn't wait for dawn
did you not know?
Who, but the moon watched
As I gave in to the vice
Of woman?
What, but plastic coldness
felt my hands
Unfalteringly writing on my skin
Not with words owned,
But the marks left- from yours
and these actions that thus
Caused me to bleed?
But that the hurt
While you, laid unstirred in night's lulling hands
Did not know.