I need to be held at night
when I shiver and shake and I shout in my sleep
I need to be held
and if you hold me
I will tattoo your name onto my hand
to hold tight to my face through the pillow
and if you hold me
I promise I will hold you back
and never let go until you tell me
from the night
through the open window
starlight
the veil shifts
the dance will never end
The river Anxia overflowed in my head
in the dark last night
flooding the plains of poppies and sunflowers.
It will drain away, I know.
The earth is well watered.
north breeze on wet skin shivers
white horses under a midnight moon
hands touching hands sparking fire
I blinked and the firework was a flower on the back of my eye, evening star soaring as the moon sank beyond the town wall. Where the sea had been this morning was deep nothingness, holding glassy afloat the lights of the outgoing boats. A moment, and the moon.
bone clouds fast forward
moonshine on easy horses
we are not enough
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The sky was night-black but the people remembered.
The sky is night-black but the warm dawn is arriving;
Keep the door open and the fire well-stoked.
Ali stretched his hand towards the night sky and pulled down a crescent of milk-white seaglass, polished smooth by decades of waves. ‘Here is all the moon I can reach,’ he said. His lover smiled in silence, her eyes full of starlight. She touched the glass to her lips.
The beach stones are thousand-year smooth, grey light grey when the clouds clear the moon, black as the night when the misting returns. The sky-black sea crashes foam white at its border. If there are voices, they are distant, both in place and time.
dark night, dark dreams swirling
eyes flicker, will they open?
blue bruised sky slowly lightens
simonsalento 