tempest

make this night stay

make this night stay

don't let it go

make sure it does not leave

here,

let me hold your hand

as you extend your arm

to clasp the night 

in your palm

the colour 

of the night

black

blue

dark blue

and 

a sprinkle of

white

colours of the night

daub

your hands

squeeze the night

squeeze it harder

till your knuckles

blush

constrict the night

till its colours ooze

transude

smother it

till the night has 

beads of sweat

on its forehead

upper lip

tip of the nose

smother it

till

it has no choice but

to open its mouth 

to breathe

and raise its hips 

to meet the thick

oxygen halo

looming

right above

make it 

lick

its drying lips

make them 

part

so that we can feed it

forcibly, if needed

pills of ecstasy 

wrench

the night

this sweetly thick 

musky night

take away it colours

wrench it hard

till its colours

ooze 

transude

a saturated sponge

this night

needs to be relieved

of its dark dark dark beauty

makes those colours

run up your wrist

your forearm

your underarm

your collarbone

your neck

your face

your eyes

i will catch them

when they reach your lips

and drink the colours

along with you

as we sit

alongside ourselves

watching us

sipping on the night

from our

primitive cups

we shall watch

the colours of the night

enter you

running down your throat

to your satin stomach

to the inside of your thighs

we'll let the night

and its colours

believe

that they both 

can escape

but

just when they think

they really can

we'll trap the colours

of the night

between our hips

and take these liquidly colours 

and grind them

to a fine fine powder

and smear it all over our bodies

covering every inch

of our skin

our mouths full

our nostrils flaring

the pores on our skin

breathing 

inhaling the night

and its colours

black

blue

dark blue

and 

a sprinkle of

white