Shaking higher the midnight hour
letting the allegro roll
no slow surrender
keeping the wheels turning
burning faster

until the hum begins to rise
like hands sliding up
the curve of a spine
finding its way
to the hunger

fingertips tracing the pulse
the hollow of a throat
tastng the salt
of the big naught
a rhythm you can’t escape

of the silk unraveling
like skin on a clock
stretching into minutes
shaking higher the midnight hour
letting the allegro roll…
The Dark