I saw you slip off your dress in the dead of night, saw the moonlight reach through the cracks of the window to touch your skin. You peeled back the curtain and lifted the pane to swim through the thick Louisiana air, so I followed and climbed barefoot up a twisted treeΒ Β and watched you melt into the bayou.
You were no longer undressed but adorned in foam. The wind asked you to be its wife and you nodded, solemn as the grave and closed your eyes and let him take you.
My bones shivered into the branches as I watched the water fall still and silent and black, watched it take its last breath, a corpse for the crocodiles, watched the moon disappear like it was never even there.