I think to
call her
into the darkness
spread my arms
offer this moment
except
she doesn’t like to wake
and the moment
she would live
wouldn’t be the one
I intend
but the moment in which
demands were made
of perspective

alone
the night fills my ears
roars
as it pounds the bouldered
comfort
of imagined
knowns
into
that which
slips
through fingers

unmade

here
beneath the unwarm limbs
and bright dead eyes
arranged
to light the way
to nothing
I

.