I saw her as my savior
Her body twisting between sheets was nothing
Compared to the way she held herself in a crowd
Prehistoric goddess, ancestral lore –
I imagine her angelic in white, voracious in red
Capricious in black; drunk on her own elusiveness
Letting the world convulse in throes at her feet
I see her tying up my insides
Through nimble fingers, pushing through all that remains
Broken backs, failing voices, nothing that feels
This good can ever last

3AM Thoughts // AKA “It Keeps Me Up All Night.”