night fades to early light
with nothing to explain
the silence gathering between us
but the better man I meant to be

no one survives the hunt
or the transformation
between a juddering ****
that resembles desire
and the notch of recognition

there is a fire
that will burn
at our eyes
and our mouths
we will join hands
and we will be
in darkness
with no words
as the fire burns

there is a wolf
waiting outside
the door for you
it has an eye tooth snarl
ready to muzzle you
and everything is on fire
but you

'1. List of things that I can no longer be:
A Viking
A Sorceror
True

2. List of things that no longer taste as good:
Angel delight
Dip dab
You

3. List of things I still might do:
Stay
Leave
Get a tattoo

4. List of things I no longer build:
Rockets
Carts
Bridges

5. List of things I will no longer do:
Marry
Light fires
Tie shoelaces

6. List of things I will always know:
The scent of your sleeping
The lengths of our bodies
You and I, touching

awake in the margin
where sleep
is just out of reach
and my thoughts
pass through
like night trains

daylight never reveals
the truth of things
wait till night
and cordite flaring
of a match's strike
then reach into the shadow