Untitled nights

At night we tread softly towards the river where we undress.

Everything is slow motion in the silver light of one million diamonds that glow overhead, and our bodies are feathered dove’s wings.

We float together into the grass that stands tall like a thick forest, and lay with our backs to the sky, our arms and legs entangled.

The sounds of night echo in our hearts, smooth but sharp.

Continuous but broken.

Birds and crickets and other wild things.

We can close our eyes, encompassed in dark, and still see each other’s face.

Smiling and sighing.

Our teeth are white pearls, the kind you see around a mermaid’s neck. when five hours come and go, the black will turn to blue like the surface of the ocean, and slowly our cheeks will glow with rose highlights.

Our lips will blossom into warm pink buds, and our cold pale fingertips will become gold flesh again. 

I will touch your skin and sink into the many layers of your warmth, like falling deeper and deeper into a valley of fog.

And we will watch the sun rise from behind closed eyes.

From within each other’s arms.