a Nightly Peace

the loneliness of nighttime

in sorrow and confusion

my attempts to know myself

dishonored by delusion

the ceiling fan in shadow

soft light lines the doorway

teasing ageless memories

as life's sequential foreplay

for tonight's lonely intercourse

with the devil's greatest tricks

my flesh is one with shame

sweet love and I don't mix

but here we lie in silence

in acceptance of the pain

through hearing honest whispers

the night's false tongue is tamed