If Night Then So Too the Morning

by Gary Beaumier

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Did you know I whisper things to you

in the night when you are seized in a paralytic sleep

we are nights conquest in its negligee of fog

night that mimics our finality

Did we defy mortality long ago

with our little deaths

our delicious agonized finishes

I hover my face over you

to match my breathing to yours

and wonder of the course and variance

of your dreams as I whisper

 

let them commingle --these dreams--

in some recitation of our infirmities

--a weakness here a breakage acknowledged--

this is how night works its murderous ways

 

we are now with badly mended wings

but I will fly these hours with you

to where night takes us as its downdrafts

smash us to the ground

I whisper regrets with a crumpled face

I whisper love with ashen breath

I whisper lust with a kiss to you hand

and even as the grey dawn creeps

beyond the shuttered windows

and everything is stripped away

 

It is then we find ourselves new

and perfect again.