{poetry}

IV. Knowing Night

the shape of you is in the darkness blue
a cloud I cannot see along the night
yet flesh has eyes to see that can't sleep through
the close warm touch of you, the gasp of light
receding, fading, faded - filled with you
my ocean water spreading like the sight
we've lost, the tired day behind us dead
a little, though the tide rolls on our bed

3/23/2014