It's a shock to any system to see(k) perfection. So one suffers/splurges on black/today is nature's hiding place. Where she stores her loot. This is what she enjoys in her hours away from labor. When she partakes of black...nature believes she is sinning. She falls peacefully into the implements of sleep in her dark hours and wakes suspicious to the sun's white rays. At night she dares to lie naked among the folds of her own desires. She speaks to no one of the night, but gives it generously to anyone who possesses the profoundness to hunger for it
