so late my loveand the day still needs doingthough sun has long slipped the horizonand only the night jar still sings, but there are stars nowmy loveaching with light long held –come breathe with methis unravelling sky.
and though morning came hot and full and ravens skimmed the blue nothing wings circling the tipping moon pale in the early sky – it was the evening that breathed us, night skin singing sweet with rain.