Silver

About time and the passing of time

Silver

The Wall of Silver
melts
and drowns us,
gently
takes us
to sleep;
armed by
our dreams
i taste your
midnight snow.

our fingertips
stretch tight
across your
Ivory Skin,
tip to tip
quietly laced
between
curved palms
pale flesh
and cold
tantric bone,

I breathe you
to sleep on
whispered air,
And bring
you soft,
quiet and still,
across our
waking universe
dreamed, drowned,
and quenched,
in you.

2017