Obsidian night, watchful you are –

My alert smile curved, only deserving

Your silent eye; bittersweeting, it

waits for my short circuit:

Here I fall, without relent.

You shroud me, disappear my resolve,

Shard my heart –

But only enough…

…I dream of mossed rest,

Leaves left to frond their own design

around mine.

 

Your flight coils me; unopened

and foetal, I rattle through the roulette of dawn

as he comes

to warp me away from you.