Until Morning
Sailing, intertwined, winding throughout the night sky
falling into the wet grass, dew soaking into their pores
a laugh escapes her, a quiet shushing from him.
As wind blows through the garden, they hide beneath
maple leaves the size of hands. Craggy branches
envelop, entomb, their solitude, their hidden screams
scratching each other, forgetting the sleeping in windows above.
Entranced, thinking it is love that catapults their union.
Comments
Post a Comment