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
Your flight coils me; unopened
and foetal, I rattle through the roulette of dawn
as he comes
to warp me away from you.