At Night

At night, before sleep, you gave me your memories;
Two people dance, laughing into each other,
Their eyes locked your ideal of love;

At night in darkness, you proffered me trust;
I showed you secrets and you drank them in,
Greedy for another way, forcing love;

At night in whispers, you unveiled your truth;
Adults who spat shards of a hidden life,
Lodged into the soft blue flesh of your neck;

At night it was I pressed my lips to the wounds you hid;
Maculated image wrought gashes
That tore at your roots, left you adrift;

At night, before sleep, you gave me your memories;
They are my memories now too.