light shapes dance across the tapestries,
illuminating Mother Kali's face
in the veil of darkness for a short second.
the red sky tints the room,
and reminds me I can not give blood
because of my tattoos
and of the minutes I lost today,
because of netflix.
Beezus stirs a bit by me
and tells me he loves me
in a sleepy murmur.
the glow of my phone keeps him Kali-lit.
he probably will not remember in the morning
if I answer back-
but still I curl behind him,
my tongue- withdrawn behind my teeth,
my lips planting destructionless dreams in his neck,
my ten arms- free of weapons,
and full of him.
and I whisper
"I love you, too."