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