She was a dancer
on dark paved streets,
she had vibrations in her soul
always music in her head.

Could not keep still,
her bare feet ever
tapping out the rhythm
of a distant melody.

Each day saw changes
on her preferred stage,
trash cans overflow
garbage in the streets.

Alarmed, a child pointed out;
"Look, Mom she's bleeding!"
(they looked on in shock)
As she danced on broken glass.

*eddy styx is my Male alter ego who writes dark poetry.

I saw you again
In my peripheral,
Your shadow reminded me-
I’m such a fool.
I heard you again,
In the walls,
Your whisper reminded me-
You took it all.
I smelt you again
In my sheets,
Your absence reminded me-
I won’t sleep.
I can taste you again,
On my skin,
Your comfort reminded me-
Lovers patience thins.
I felt you again
In my gut,
Your punches reminded me-
It’ll never be enough.

Keep talking,
Telling me
What I can do.

Don’t mistake
My silence
For fear.

I don’t need a fight;
I take side streets
So I can make you trip
On your own shoelaces.

Failure, you say?
Thank you for the fuel,
My tank was empty.

I treat odds
Like a midnight snack,
So keep serving
Them freely.

Surrender, you demand?
You would have a better
Chance waking up
The sun
In the middle of the night.

For a few hours freely falling for
each other, wrestling
with text, you are the
lover I want.

I might melt away, dissolve
into grass and trees, know
now, what could be, my love,
is you and me

on a beach, in bed, or building
a life, holding on to you
with the passion of purpose,
and releasing the love

of all things
together.

My love, where are you tonight?
My love, you are lost in the dark
of my heart’s deepest delight
where dwell the dreams of lovers like us,