When Darkness Is All Around

I fumble for the light switch when darkness is all around ghostly, I'm not muscle-bound I take on flesh; I'm in my niche. When darling, you hold my hand I‘m-no-longer-mislaid trembling in quicksand, unsteady, sinking I-find-love, I thought contraband. I feel sunlight on my coarse face I sense a purpose to proceed in light or the dark; concede- I won't, not while I feel safe. Not while an allusive light is on and it's shining-on-me full beam not while I'm living the dream recalling all wasn't an allusion.