I’m the presence you feel at night
The absence you feel during the day
The touch you sense at night
The distance you sense during the day

If you ask me which do I prefer? This I will tell you:

I like the night, because it is when I can feel you under me, like a sea of flames burning mi desire.

I like the day, cause is when your image sting my eyes, like thorns made of poison.

This same venom that intoxicate me during the dark cold night, the same night that I use to hunt you like a slaving dog, protecting the master.

The same dog that have afraid of what the light may reveal of himself, and so stares in the distance to the spring of his existence.

Existence that gain meaning in the cold wet night, when once more the dog rise to meet his reason of being, to protect it, to care for it. Like a solitary guardian, masked with a sphinx look keeping the mysteries in the tomb.

Tomb, in which I dwelt, during the day, seeing you through a grasp of light, which allows me to see what others, can see.
And what I see... Is the meaning of being, the reason of my own existence. The “meant to be” of my life.

If with all of this I still haven’t answered your question, than know this.
I like both because both make me feel alive, and more important, knowing that I care for you make me feel ... alive.

Lost Poet