The clarity of silent cold
all alone shapes hung distinct
without breath the sea even is
I imagine flat and voiceless
charm trembles its terror
that you do not and choose
to couple. One night there I
went to the stuck open
window with you in my hand light
flickered grotesque and you said why
have you brought me here?
So I took your head
outside into the air the city
glimmered as still water to the flat
of a hand and though an autumn
settled and we had missed the call
woken up so sad, surprised by
sadness too we were able to see
calm distinct the city light
colours breathing
that what it meant was I am unsure
this particular stillness
and inside its little cabin secret
histories,
just one moment just
a little hinge in the night to come that night
did fall, and our eyes
are rearranged…
…so the pattern, what we found here ghostlike
total calm may hold
sheer lovely, threat too. They are
non-distinct, here again
the night takes me to stare out
poised raise a little signal
mute unthreaded cold across
the city speaks and glimmer to the touch.
