May 12, 2007 19:37
A cherishing gesture later, the night splinters
us, as streetlights splinter darkness. We part,
cool lips have talked long
in the wind that shivers the grass
and leaves and our bodies
that whisper goodbye,
sound of shy dragonfly wings
Below the look the moon
Drains in the opalescent stains,
Silken smears that spot the street.
The night I am, now spent
With always parting.
A threshing gesture later, the light
Disperses us, as life does,
Down different, obscure channels.
We walk alone together along arterial roads,
Carrying a tongued taste home safe through
the concrete veins, streetlit nightblood
rushing up, thrown by the hungry
dark muscle of the heart.