The Dark

Slide
Back into the night
I stand
And watch
And see
The rolling walk
The skiff of leather at the hips
That disappear into the crowd
I swallow
Hard
And blend into
The dark
That comforts me
Saves me from
Need
Till he comes back
Again
The dark
That holds me
Hides the fire of my need
From light of day
Of reason
Of thought.
Till he comes back again
I have his scent in my hair
And his taste on my skin.

If you squint really hard, you can see Scully disappear back into the shadows of an alley and watch Alex walk away. If you don't feel like squinting, it's just a poem.

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