The Dark

It is dark
     and I am alone
     with your voice in my ear,

Made heedless by the rumble of approval
and the intangible high of your attention.

I want you to take until there is no more of me,
Until I come to a shuddering end
     of blissful nothingness,
     of ecstasy given over.

What does it matter?
The dark is safe
and you are safe,

But I am reckless and freed
     from rules
     and constraints
     and the foul cast of society,

And I don't want the return of light.