# #dark

2 poems

## [use](https://chromato.graphics/use)

craving total transformation,  
identity a disposed wrapper.  
becoming a vessel for want,  
glass poured into, overfilled.

you haven’t been here lately.  
something in our combining  
always begins this reaction:  
photochemical excited state

learning how to spark again —  
days ago: gel, pumps, bulbs,  
rattling pill bottles and nerves,  
black gloves, gold foil, silicone.

it’s warmed up enough already.  
don’t ask or guess — just _know_.  
take a part you claim as yours,  
shape it to your pleasure. use.

time stutters; the gears grind  
forward under prying pressure.  
repairing hidden mechanisms,  
counting every beat yourself.

disappearing deconstruction:  
ripped apart by heat and light,  
shredded into a thousand tiny  
pieces of steel. shrapnel blast.

there is stillness in oblivion,  
peace made in the darkness.  
clenched fists, soaked linen.  
i swear. i won’t move. i can’t.

## [eigengrau](https://chromato.graphics/eigengrau)

the only way to ignore  
the sunrise is to close  
our eyes at daybreak

white light pours through  
delicate curtain lace—  
an unseen ocean roiling

more to see and to say  
as blue waves beckon,  
calling toward tomorrow

but no matter what we try,  
there’s no true darkness.  
light seeps in everywhere

the shade we find there  
feels almost ultraviolet;  
we see it together, apart

in separate beds, rooms  
on opposed coasts, we  
conjure the same cosmos

this color could be our own.  
when other lovers see it too,  
do they know we bathe in it?