In The Dark

Solstice Dark


On this,
the longest night of the year,
the earth is sunk in its never ending shadow.

I clear the bed
of the debris of my body.
Make space for the long night.

The shimmering leaves outside the window
pass on strokes of breeze
support my gaunt life shrinking in the marrows.

Darkness shall pass
like a black thread through the eye of a steel needle.
My eyes' sclera.

Or like a mudslide
through the dusk of nipples
prolonging the tease of touch buried in June.

I have looked at love too long.
Charred it with unending solstices.
Now nothing remains that won't pass the test of orbits.

Equator, hemispheres and the one and only sun
wandering between the two.
Like a servant candle incising the dark...lighting ashes, long forgotten.
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