Fear

Never have I in darkness hidden from the solace of the moon's light. Nor have I before, shivering, found lunacy in the sun's warmth. Fear grapples with the aorta. The heart keeps pumping, ever so mightily, but with nameless destination. It convinces me to cut off all extremities from circulation- anything but to let your sweet venom nourish every micrometer of my being. In the shadows, no light can touch me, so as to reveal your name across my chest. If I don't see it, it does not exist. It is cold here, and it is dark. And you alone lure me out slowly. But this light is blinding. And so is that other thing I dare not speak of.