Suddenly it is midnight on the water

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I leave a stain on my letter to you, with the tinny ring of my mug

tea left cold when you called and I ran out

following your voice like a siren, heedless of consequence

you are the devour of my hesitation, I hesitate never when you call

side-stepping consequence like a brothel, seeking your presence as a sinner

looks for absolution and a saint kneels until it hurts, my ache is so

deeply laid it could not be recovered, even if they brought chains

here, streets bleed violet in shuttered neon blink

nights deepest scold rests

we take the ferry out into pelagic wake

afloat on silence, illumination veiled

your forearms, muscular against thin wrists

beneath sturgeon moon we shift like light

particulate drawn by shivering lodestone

less tender than impassioned

time, her death-and-gloried face

far flung from our observance, no more

liturgy of unspoken entreaties

there are no other words for your mouth

it is placed on your face like a torment, a

famine to touch, never stop craving, its perfect

shape

suddenly it is midnight on the water, my body

sore from your touch, we watch in hush

dark silhouettes take on life

their grave countenance

caught briefly by moon peel

as glossy as the pearl of your face

incandescent as we pass by

our hands entwined

we may be invisible compared to

the rest, but here, here we

exist.

 

18 thoughts on “Suddenly it is midnight on the water

  1. This . . .

    “illumination veiled
    your forearms, muscular against thin wrists
    beneath sturgeon moon we shift like light
    particulate drawn by shivering lodestone
    less tender than impassioned
    time, her death-and-gloried face
    far flung from our observance, no more
    liturgy of unspoken entreaties
    there are no other words for your mouth
    it is placed on your face like a torment, a
    famine to touch, never stop craving, its perfect
    shape”

    is epic writing, Candice. I truly love this poem.

  2. Your language is breathtakingly beautiful, I love the way you have structured it, which adds to its lyricism:

    “sore from your touch, we watch in hush

    dark silhouettes take on life

    their grave countenance

    caught briefly by moon peel

    as glossy as the pearl of your face“

  3. Dearest In mind & out. Thank you so much both for reading and for your lovely comment. I really appreciate you & taking the time to read my writing & comment. Thank you!

  4. My FRIEND (think shining bright flashing lights around your name & the word friend) thank you for reading this. Thank you for being you. Thank you for supporting me. I truly love it when you do & I return it in kind, with silver & gold & bronze for all the years of our friendship to come.

  5. Thank you for always taking the time to support others. It is without doubt your best superpower and also your deepest humanity and many could take a leaf out of your book. You may want to read my post of today it mentions you indirectly and a lesson I learned from you xo

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