Dark Nights of December

I drew you a bath once.

The bomb I used stained the water a shimmery deep purple. So close to being black you couldn't tell the difference.

You sunk into it, body disappearing, breasts just above the surface.

The way your eyes glowed in the candlelight,

I was mining for emeralds in a cave.

I touched your face. Exhaustion braille underneath my fingertips.

I looked in the water and saw the demons you had been losing to

Being washed down the drain,

If just for a moment.

The Siren looks at me and asks, "do you want to come in?"

"No" I reply.

That darkness is just for you.