If the Night So Too the Morning

Did you know I whisper things to you
in the night when you are seized in a paralytic sleep
we are nights conquest in its negligee of fog
night that mimics our finality
Did we defy mortality long ago
with our little deaths
our delicious agonized finishes
I hover my face over you
to match my breathing to yours
and wonder of the course and variance
of your dreams as I whisper

let them commingle --these dreams--
in some recitation of our infirmities
--a weakness here a breakage acknowledged--
this is how night works its murderous ways

we are now with badly mended wings
but I will fly these hours with you
to where night takes us as its downdrafts
smash us to the ground
I whisper regrets with a crumpled face
I whisper love with ashen breath
I whisper lust with a kiss to you hand
and even as the grey dawn creeps
beyond the shuttered windows
and everything is stripped away

It is then we find ourselves new
and perfect again.