dark BRIGHT.

Your darkness

is lantern to my night:

lead pendulums shy sway

you are moon and broke hourglass

(you sun where you are not welcome

how dare you make my darkness motherless.)

You stir my meditating sea

aware the slightest of ripples will reach

rivers far: dawn.

So I make a chalice of the hourglass you broke

and bathe you in my favorite demon,

busk in your blue, soak you in

as if there weren't enough of you already

to grey the reddest of hearts.

Emotion does not wrinkle like skins,

in the darkest of caves in my heart

you're a candle vermilion: vivid in every instance

that refuses to wane.

Like day reveres night,

I will, you too.

There is a teacher about wet wounds

no page could fathom.

So come to me, dark bright

when the sun is spent.