At night, in the pines, under a pale sky

We emptied our lungs like spent foil balloons. 

I drew a spell on your arching back with my cold finger. 

I sang for you. 



This morning I woke up in the dark

Something hardening in my mind.

An empty pool, some cloud of lights,

My feet were wet, and then you;

A bright onyx, blooming

Behind my eye.