• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 11

Nightscape

Night came early
and wrapped me tightly
in his brown arms
each breath he drew
was slow
slow
and he exhaled me
away from here
so I slept in a foreign place
amid cactus and stone
forehead pressed to the burnt umber
of his chest
rising
rising and falling
swathed in a blanket thick as blood.
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