Only the night between us. Only dark
Descending like a crow-wing to conceal
Watchful love. And night’s first wakeful spark
Controls, deposes, questions what is real.
Here I lie darkly; here the hollow room
Is echoing; you stir, but do not wake.
Here no light hangs in shadow-painted gloom,
Our dreams are heavy, tremulous. They break.
We are both hostage to this sudden rush
Of feeling, fervour, that which has not been
Before, which falls, so as I reach to touch
Your fading hand, I hesitate, unseen.
Wanting to ask for light, to disappear.
Knowing I let you sleep. You're years from here.
Author notes
"How wonderful is death! Death and his brother Sleep"
Percy Bysshe Shelley, Queen Mab
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Comments
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Dope, per usual.
"It goes deep / as it does in my breath / I never sleep / 'cause sleep is the cousin of death" -Nas, "NY State of Mind"
-C
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