A NIGHT IN THE TOWER

darkness is what we look for　　and windows
none isn’t a savage beast dazzling
snow that has been seen separates the distance from eye to eye
bird　　fixes phosphorescence on pale naked bodies
stone gyrates to become the corner that locks itself in
letting our flesh be locked away from each other
it’s night that is needed　　a piece of skin’s
single night　　listening to the never quiet enough storms below the cliffs

the sky is never deep enough for non-existence
finger moving on sleep　　gnomon of a rusty sundial
only when there’s no time　　is there the madness of a woman touching herself
the tower enjoys the salt reek of prisoners’ weakness more than our noses do
pain　　loves all that is incurable
exposed somewhere by the dark　　we
find each other’s depths over and over　　drunk
become unwilling to wake again postpone this dawning