Until Dark
What I am going to tell you herewill take me until dark
and the white yawn of a moon grown weary
will be upon your cheek
only
when I have spoken enough galaxies
to contain it.
You will not sleep
until blackness has overfilled the western trees
and spilt upon the blue hems of night
bleeding upwards to God,
who is also listening.
Then when I have finished
we will both exhale
and our sleep-breaths will become tides
seeking out the hollow places and secret caves
to fill and recede,
fill and recede
lapping hard against the stony wall of morning.
posted by Erin @ 8:09 AM
2 Comments:
I like it. Do I catch a dual meaning to "morning" (mourning)?
"stony wall of morning"
i like the rhythm of this one, makes me think of watching waves- i suppose that was your intention :)
<3
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