Placebo

In the dark
you whisper
your worst fears
made manifest
by explosive
lights and sounds
you conjure
in the woods
outside our room,
specters stretched
tall along walls
the shadow of what comes,
but I am not afraid
of your ghosts
nor you of mine —
we’ve never been —
it is why we
find ourselves here
again
partners in crimes
of comfort
and concoctions;
I leave my dreams
to curl into yours,
stroke the broad arm
of your embrace,
lie in the darkness
of silent
understanding,
this midnight love
come round,
the long wide bed,
moonlight and stars
our afterlife dreams.