Are you scared I would see

 

I promise to close my eyes so

 

Are you scared the scars would show

 

Peep somehow from those recesses

 

Alcoves and alcoves of dark dampness

 

All out in the stingy stanza

 

Brought forth by an old vat

 

Bittersweet and a bit of salt

 

Trickling down those moist cheeks

 

I do promise to close my eyes forever so

 

To those alcoves and alcoves

 

of dark dampness