Listen,
Loved one,
The way the silence
rings under our breaths;
Do you hear its lightness in our hearts?
Whatever the sounds, our lungs capture the memory of it.
Under the blanket,
Loved one, listen
To the warmth of our skins,
The music our eyes play off each other;
Hear the way the silence emboldens us,
Turns us so golden in the darkness.
The darkness we still have left for each other,
Under the grim shine of the starless night,
Becomes the reason for our nightly devotion.
Here, there are no Gods,
We love only ourselves;
Here, there are no monsters,
The only thing devoured is the space between us.
Here, there is no one,
Under the sheets of the not yet risen sun,
We are divinely dispersed
And see between medioxumate constellations
Only parts of us.
Listen,
Loved one,
It’s past time,
The sun has called its cry of war,
They all wake now, shaken by its march,
Gods, monsters alike, everyone,
each a soldier, craving blood,
Listen,
Loved one,
You are most precious flesh,
And if fighting has to be
Before that next night
With that beautifully silent moon
Puts us to bed again
Then I’d fight a hundred wars
A thousandfold.
Till sun falls
And moon rises.