Late Night Split

Late Night Split

For a start

If I let my hands work

on your skin

will I grow to grasp the form

immured

inside you

or maybe trap myself

to blindness

© 2016, José Coelho

At Night

At Night

At night, the path
is narrow. The scent of moldy wood
seems to flow, under
one's feet. Hands
seize the nature of stars
remnant within our flesh, searching
the darkness. And
chests, breathe as lizards
sucking out mother earth's
warmth.

For what?

© 2015, José Eduardo Coelho

Empress

I declare the night
Empress of my fantasies
Of light we shall dream