Pin pricks of exploding light illuminate
goosebumps on exposed flesh
a Catherine Wheel whirls easily across an open sky.
And knowing breathes that this too is short-lived and unbearably lovely
The quietly whispered love to a sleeping partner
(perceived by the sleeper with one foot in dream and one ear at ready)
is for both, bravery and fear.
We hope these softly woven words will hold the night close
heavy against the skin like a child's blanket,
its threadbare membrane drawing the thin line
between us two and the imminent wolves.
And we cling desperately to one another beneath it
afraid of the space between our bodies
fighting against the looming disconnect
the howling dark that opens wide and swallows us in morning.
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