Night Creature

Here it comes again - That scratch-eyed, skin-split creature of the night. Here it comes again To invest my soul And scrape at old markings that once held promise. Here it is again In that brittle, dirty little hour Where there is no hiding. Here it is again, Love’s decay, the puss-sore that never healed, The sweet pain of yesterdays. In that hour when no one hears a whisper Or a soul turn over, That little, muddy hour When substance lies at the bottom And light never reaches it. In that hour when love is revisited And burst-blood runs its mindless course. In that hour I dread so much, It’s in that hour I’m loving you again.