Tuesday, November 6, 2012

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