If Night
If night had memory, you would be
Soaked in darkness, a refusal of light,
Imprinted permanently, a flower etched in
Snow. I caught your lunar lip in a
Orchard of arrived song. I hold you
As the darkness does. Without citric
Borders or day lamed noise.
If night could shape you in a four
Winded colour, you would bloom
And burden out the darkness into
Your own utter beauty. You fall
Unborn weather into my arms in
Murmurs of fruit and flesh. I love
You as you darkly rise from my body and
Bring dawn into me.
If only for tonight we could dispel
Time and root into solid night,
A journey through through limbs, a long
Syllable of chestnut, a kiss along
Naked nerves. Stumbling out of earth
Our bodies are damp with sipping sea
And skin, calming storms and blood roses.
I love you in divinity, I love you in hidden autumns.
I love you without wanting and find nothing but wanting
I love you as the night needs day to become
Itself.
Copyright © Jason Featherstone | Year Posted 2015
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