outside - winter rain.
in the dark, bodies stretching
prepare to begin
Hunter
nights like this you can really feel it
how cold it is
how cold it all should be
how unnatural all this heat is
all these tiny pyres
little rhythms of fire and breath
leaking into the open sky
and fall away with them
if you wish
let yourself rise like clouds
there is nothing between you
and the stars
from up here you can see
all the thousand sputterings
and sparks you left behind
observe the arrangement of lights
the constellations we reside in
up here it is easy to see how they flicker
to remember the space between bodies
and the ways it is filled
how heat is created
how it pours out
with every breath and thought
every word and tear
in every second
how it rises and expands and grasps the night
how it spreads and turns
how it burns
how bright it is
how cold it is
how cold it all should be
how unnatural all this heat is
all these tiny pyres
little rhythms of fire and breath
leaking into the open sky
and fall away with them
if you wish
let yourself rise like clouds
there is nothing between you
and the stars
from up here you can see
all the thousand sputterings
and sparks you left behind
observe the arrangement of lights
the constellations we reside in
up here it is easy to see how they flicker
to remember the space between bodies
and the ways it is filled
how heat is created
how it pours out
with every breath and thought
every word and tear
in every second
how it rises and expands and grasps the night
how it spreads and turns
how it burns
how bright it is
Doppler
we've been through this so many times before
that I keep losing my place
and skipping to bits we haven't earned yet
shared jokes and days in bed
immunity to rain
no longer asking questions after dark
or failing to notice
that we're past those things entirely
and it's only in watching your hair turn red
that I can know you're shifting from me again.
that I keep losing my place
and skipping to bits we haven't earned yet
shared jokes and days in bed
immunity to rain
no longer asking questions after dark
or failing to notice
that we're past those things entirely
and it's only in watching your hair turn red
that I can know you're shifting from me again.
night porter
I was walking by in the rain
when I saw you,
back from another night of
risks and failed intention.
You stood in that marbled cavern,
still uniformed
in the hours most refused to wear,
your attention full like the moon
for the footsteps
of a rare visitor to your hall.
I felt it with you,
that thrill of the expected arrival,
the practiced movements waiting beneath your skin
for the moment of their unveiling.
It is an energy more vivid
than the storm which soaked me
as I passed by
in a ragged uniform of my own.
when I saw you,
back from another night of
risks and failed intention.
You stood in that marbled cavern,
still uniformed
in the hours most refused to wear,
your attention full like the moon
for the footsteps
of a rare visitor to your hall.
I felt it with you,
that thrill of the expected arrival,
the practiced movements waiting beneath your skin
for the moment of their unveiling.
It is an energy more vivid
than the storm which soaked me
as I passed by
in a ragged uniform of my own.
pebbles
we spoke of risk
in our carefully dramatic voices
and we found it all through the evening
in cards stuck to tables
or ricocheted plastic
or the chance connection of knees
but with the rain
and the many steps home;
blind from the rivers on my face
I knew that taking one step
could not be so hard
in our carefully dramatic voices
and we found it all through the evening
in cards stuck to tables
or ricocheted plastic
or the chance connection of knees
but with the rain
and the many steps home;
blind from the rivers on my face
I knew that taking one step
could not be so hard
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