Close your eyes. Give birth to the night,
all its hidden wounds, all of its sounds,
like the moon slicing the ocean
with an aria of light on water.
Be still my sister.
Let the night carry you,
caress your lips to silence,
soothe your desire to speak.
Breath in the infrangible distance.
You are a woman who passes by like the lunar flower,
igniting the desert with the white light of life,
bringing life to the stone that hangs in my chest.
Your voice in the night bears a fever.
Elusory flesh diminishes.
Memory dims to ember,
and the mirror clouds with remorse.