A million streaks of moonlight,
tattooing my forehead
with pale blue pain.
Hide me, protect me,
nurture me back to the daylight.
Blanketed by cold darkness,
I sit nibbling
at the frayed corners
of seething conflict;
as blazing petals
fall around melting,
through intimate folds
of the white linen.
I knead into you
seeking out lost love.
Like chasing after
left by fireflies,
in the damp darkness of the porch.
And as the silence in the room starts simmering,
crackling over blossoming embers,
the crickets begin their conniving murmur
tiny, anonymous rebels
plotting a coup against the night.
Redemption seems imminent.
But the sun is still several passages of silence away
and you’re still a dream populated by fireflies.
let the night slide,