Last night, my love, you gave me A Gift of Darkness.
The monster grumbled In many voices. The most insidious were Mine And Yours.
Like acid eating flesh They exposed What has not healed.
In the light
I give back this gift:
It is only voices,
Just echoes of old
And when I open another Gift of Darkness I will remember,
It is those other voices I hear
Not Yours and Mine.
©Kim Magennis 2016