In Darkness

By Thomas R. Thomas

Entering the dark room
I hear you cry out
“You scared me.”
Remembering that night
when he slipped in,
a friend you thought,
and stole from you –
your freedom,
your peace of mind,
your humanity.

“It’s all right. It’s me”
I reach out and
take you in my arms,
stroke your hair,
kiss the top
of your head.

And then, still
stroking you,
slip inside you
as you relax –
kissing me softly.