Hungry For Darkness

Your voice -

there was a dissonance

among an affection -

maybe

the dusk falling

from above the mountain

skyline of birds hungry for

darkness

your voice – damn - so sweetly

played within

my private yard

now the surge of metal feathers

scraping

inside still the memory

caressing our landscape

forbidden crevices, ingeniously drawn

as kisses, daily

picked up from your skin's ribs

and melting

form, content, the strange displacement

of the surface in you, in me

and I – hearing your voice -

follow the track left by

my own steps

forgetting the texture of soil and

direction escaping me

as notion

out

there in the wild this valley

is huge

I wish for the night now

that your voice

is ebbing towards the shore

I'll lie quietly

waiting

to catch its warmth

and drown.

© 2016, José Eduardo Coelho