The sun never sets
in this city.
Light clings to the horizon
like a jealous King
gripping his crown
as he banishes every illegal glimmer,
each gratuitous glow.
It is a sky radiance raped
and bright abandoned;
no longer alight . . .
Her love lies listless in the bosom of a bedroom
Between dust and dirtied sheets
Emptied drawers and lonely, closeted spaces
Unwashed windows and the widow woman’s tears
Water she now knows the taste of
Behind wandering walls, beneath unfamiliar floors
Her desire slips silently unseen
Around toes, over hands, through words
Balancing uneasy on the tip of anxious lips
To be swallowed whole and undigested
In the middle of the night, it moves
Voiceless amongst forgotten names and unwanted numbers
Creaking under the weight of foreign feet
As it is carried across candlelit cityscapes,
Scraping concrete against open mouths
Clothes slip too easily from her borrowed body
His absent sweat stinging memories
As her rhythm clings to the sound of moans
Hidden in graves dug belly-deep
She sleeps to dream its freedom . . .