i) denial of darkness

there is no such thing as night,
if night means a wasteland,
a beast that goes hungry

the dark that comes after sunset
whispers its surrender outside,
cheek against our window

this room with its quickened
pulse knows nothing of
blackness, of sleep

ii) the far side of night

eyes see no more
than what hands
uncover

my spine becomes
the axis of our
world

your lopsided face
the dark side of
the moon

my imperfect body
a garden to plant
a lily

together we breathe
into an empty
shell

together we count
little noises like
beads

wrapped in afterglow
limb knowing limb
we lie

iii) first light

just before sunrise,
we let sleep take us:
we no longer need to fear

the loud colours of dreams,
silence cutting through
skin, waking up cold

Volume 2, Issue 1, 2007