Beyond Dusk

Beyond Dusk

I take how much the stars will allow me.

I’m blinded behind gods and goddesses

that live an eternity within constellations

and astrological frames that tell stories

of the nights before us. Their virtuous

and boundless triumphs, to love a snake

in darkness, then battle the serpent in heat,

paint crystals over our eyes,

where a relationship between the loveliest,

Psyche, and a funereal soul rewrites

the nightingale’s song, and we are forced

to believe that this is beauty.

There is nothing left to adore, but the silence

that scrapes the sky beyond our atmosphere.

A circle of fog, surrounds my mouth as I look

out the window. There is only room for one

set of lips against the glass, but the creases

in our kiss will dissolve into the fog,

into dusk, in the same moment I met you.