Night. We two.
Leaves ruminate outside.
The mirror of darkness above us,
Hungry for your body
And my hacked heart.
Night. We two.
Old daggers shiver in the dust
Under our pedestal bed
Inside the mirror
The shads of bitterness
Of some stranger midnight
Now pierce my pained pulse.
Outside the river of moonlight
Swells and floods
Like a hand in the bracelets of night,
Just like yours,
Holding the faint light
Of the shuttered balcony.
You smell of candles,
You said and sooted the sadness
Of that mirror
With the flickering fire,
Until the dawn
Married us again
To these shadows, grotesque,
Inside the mirror,
As the flower of a lily
Opened its petals outwards.