Sacrifice Your Light

for me ... I stretch a coursing arm ... my fleshy tendril of electric actuality, spanning fingers wide to encompass my full and fiercely sensual quarry ... I touch the tapestry of you - silken warmth of anticipation, digits close around absolution and imagination, so I draw it all gently, quietly, IN to the blackness - the inky pool of obscurity that I yet inhabit ... now ... close, ever gentle, your eyes ... do you perceive the wonder?? There is NO light there, yet ... it is NOT empty - no blackness but that which holds a million instances of energy and color! A maelstrom, indescribable that you rarely consider, yet it swims there subliminal with every blink ... a world of dark mystery AND seemingly enigmatic chaos, pulling, subconsciously, on your being, thousands of times EACH day ... such beauty herein - such extraordinary sublimity and pulse ... do you feel it? Can you own it? Does it pervade the sinewy substance, thine? Does that soft veil of vitality close warm arms about you? See! Do not open your eyes ... don't fall to that aberration, for there is a permeation of static noise inside your lids ... stay true to that conundrum, and spread your senses, all ... there is an awakening here, I know ... it's an honesty and verity not known to the many - I am on the other side of it, saturated and whole ... let it absorb your being, allow it to soak the essence of you, and your eyes will alter - sharpen focus ... slowly, they'll adjust with your spirit, and a new reality shall swath you in its tender cloak ... sacrifice the bright, for those without eyes - know a truth, astounding ... and live again ... for me. ~ 5th Place ~ in the "Open Poetry 3" Poetry Contest, Charlotte Puddifoot, Judge & Sponsor.