Awkward Luminescence

Skin below my nails

Like shells on a lonely beach

Romance by the light of pistol shots

The train caused tremors that made the light fixtures dance

So many stars reflecting off the walls like space itself was unstable

I could say the words although my mouth willing
my heart was unable.

The pills made me lucid and I fell below the surface of this awkward
luminescence.

And that is when you came to me, slowly silently in the semi-darkness and enveloped me.

Like an octopus in the far off ocean

The Nightbirds

Neither of us could sleep after the evening's excitement

photo by ignacioleo on sxc.hu

meals served in the morning's darkness
Even after we were spent we still went looking for nourishment
To talk and watch across the table and see the thoughts come alive
I can imagine how we must look to the patrons of this place
As they move in and back out of the chilly American night
I wanted this with you

To me this brings delight
To be a nightbird has always been an ideal place in my life
To be intimate but not quite in love
To be a nightbird here and now
So I may look across the table
in smiling adoration
before the morning's sleep which is surely to come.