The whirring purr of night
Falls thick across my chest
Pausing to lick with scratchy
Tongue the hot, salty trail from
Eye to ear.

He understands even less than
I this hard wind blowing
Cold from the East. So used have
We become to warm and loving

There is no love tonight.

This night belongs not to
Valentine but to Sebastian.

To twisted torsos and bloody
Arrows. To blackened eyes
Staring blindly, begging God
To release a shredded
Paper heart.

2 thoughts on “Chiaroscuro

  1. says:

    Beautiful. Thank you for sharing.

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