Atmospheric Waiting

Why so ludic night?

Was it my heightened
fragility that coursed you
back against the horizon?

The binding of black,
creamy grey, perishable
blue. A marriage
between the honeycomb
yellow, and the peach-fuzzed
grace of orange.

A marriage between
thought, and the body.

Why so hypnotic night?
Outré in its outer shell
haltered, almost heavenly

almost, night!