Come to me, in the heat of the blue night,

With the sky warm and texturous like velvet on my heated skin.

I wait, the fixed shore to the ambulant sky,

So close beyond the tips of my fingers,

I wait, the distant sea slipping through my jealous fingers,

Unthinkable to abandon,

Leaving trails of lacework in cool scars across my fevered body,

Wave and wave of indelible pattern,

Luminous in the dark.

Dawn is slow

And they fade slowly,

As the world becomes temperate and uniform

And the light picks out the world as if it had been new born

In the sweaty rush of the burning night

And now lay breathing at rest.