—EYES LIKE FIRE IN THE NIGHT, BRIDGES BURNING WITH THEIR LIGHT

I Hold The Dark

I hold the dark for you,

every onyx piece and

unborn star part of

a black-holed galaxy,

the collateral of an

unfinished masterpiece.

I hold the dark for you,

measuring the shallow breadth

of deflated clouds,

following the dizzy orbit of

an unrepentant moon. 

The way the nights own you

is the way they want to

cut each tether of

the future for me,

though I’m still buckled

firmly to a recent past. 

I hold the dark

as well as

the light for you,

each an impossible weight

against these bone-thin arms. 

I drop coins in a fountain,

read the tea leaves and

study the tunnel

for hours on end,

wondering if you just might

be doing the same.