where are we?

All tied up in cloudy dreams, night-nevers
and this lightning rush of heart to skin,
earth trembles. Empty ground is lost to night
crows teasing sleep into mad earth. Stars melt

me back to you whole-blooded. Make a move
now, in this dark that only ever speaks
of those who ache this much to fall on light.

Your cigarette weeps heat on flesh as dawn’s
blush raises faint horizon, strips it of
another’s heresy. Lover, mark me
well with sun-warm tongue before I sleep.

 

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