dark and light

so here it is again
the darkness that follows me
like a shadow
and pounces like a cat
in the night
when i am most vulnerable.
and yet often
in the memory of your afterglow
i can still feel the warmth.
you, inspiration of all things wonderful
you, source of all strength,
just when i feel my grip
weaken at the beast's throat
just before i face like a gallows
the bed of ultimate dark
(where i keep your picture hidden
under the pillow-down of your thighs)
just when i feel the surrender
to the bloodlust of feline claws,
a ray of your being
carries me
on a beam of dreams
on a pulse of smiles
away.