Jun 11, 2011 10:29
in this city a soft somnolence
is dripping from the air and sticks
on hot black tar
unlit by a moon, the buildings
are lonely without their shadows' yawns
and murmur a vague discontent
whatever glows in the dark
explodes and fills
the unfilled crevice on the inch gap between us
(my fingers find yours- even in the
darkness, they will always find yours)
on the road the fireflies burst
briefly
a quiet pulse that imbues the silence
and etching a furtive humour
they burn with a secret fire
like candles under water
like the tempestuous cadence
of my beating heart