Dusk, expansive as your eyes, blinks.
A door opens wider letting in rapidly vanishing stars,
And you, at my side, lay in repose.
A chalice drawn behind a veil
Bodes a tearful night.
The shouts of neighbourhood dipsomaniacs
Cut dumb by silent echoes,
Are matched by the beat of a sick dog’s tail.
The air, laden with compunction
Threatens to collapse.
Then – a gasp! A bloodied sky lulls me to your side,
As you arise.