©2021 Michael Raven

trees flicker with the light & death of day
the night sliding thief-like into the sky
with indigo, tyrian & byzantium  fingers quenching
the fires still burning the forests bright

i think i saw you smiling 
though the shadows may have lied
-- they often do winter tide

hands clutched, you stole to the forest garden
my ghost in tow, stumbling over root
rock & the fates tangled skein woven
we lay in the leaves, snow & loam

we became the heat stoked with fires within
we were wine & earth & fire
-- you devoured me whole

flesh & blood
consumed, i made you whole

entre chien et loup = between dog and wolf [French idiom for dusk]