Midnight till 8.a.m.;

I send my prayers

into the dark,

 

the world turns it’s head.

 

I tried to reach you

in my dreams but

you were nowhere,

 

our love was laid on shallow ground.

 

The foxes wail:

void off course moon

orange splash of city light.

 

I find you in unforeseen corners.

 

Dimple of a strangers smile

touch of skin on cheek

last night it burnt me,

 

a murmur in the airways.

 

Midnight to 8.a.m.

revelation hasn’t spawned

illumination: it comes in beads of sweat

 

our grave of love is quite elliptic.