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.