while your breath robes the sky
a fire is burning in black and white
the sound of static erupting from
between your lips and trickling
through my teeth whenever we kiss
your hair is the night and
your skin is the morning
the moon’s hide stretched
across your magnificent body
and every time you tremble
I’m afraid we’ll disappear


It is late, quiet
at this intersection, this
crossroads harbouring

errant lives embraced
by these streets with their bare arms
intertwined, reaching

from one block to the
next. The only thing heard is
the distant hum of

cars invitingly
beckoning like siren song.
The light dictates to

halt already from
afar so I obey and
when it changes, the

noise it makes hovers
across the brooding concrete
out into the night.