Suffice.

"I want everything black."

These sheets do not compare

Neither the ocean to your stare

Nor food to your being

Nor love to your care

The whispered riddles bounce and reprise

My voice called on you every night

Your tones waltzed around my mind

and still steps

to the beat of obvious signs 

that were naively overlooked

for the sake of not detaching 

from your beautifully crooked hook

This rain will not satisfy my thirst

Neither this fire to your hearth

Nor my moon to your prayers

Nor this sand to your dirt

Author's Note

Criticism should always be constructive. ;)