SIMPLE AFFECTIONS.

SIMPLE AFFECTIONS.

10/09

You woke me in the night,

(Or was it morning then?)

With the street lamps seeping through the damask on the sill.

You woke me with a kiss,

(Just soft enough to startle)

In the opaline haze of October.

And there, in that bed, our voices locked in feverish silence.

You woke me in the night,

The night-morning-light silhouetting our kiss in a mix

Of twilight blue and tungsten yellow.

And in that kiss you tore me from sleep,

Into the tidal of a nightmare,

(Night-morning-mare?)

With a cool stream of darkness splashed upon my cheeks.

With a frigid, dead blood,

Blue in the twilight.

© BLAYKE MORROW, 2009