Primavera

@mypubliclands

The dark is warm,

velvety and sweet

and bitter as tears

falling from a bride's eye.

The night is long.

The sun needs all 

her brilliance to shatter

the enveloping black.

The heart is loud.

it's uneven beat 

marks a presence

in stillness.

The body is limp

as though it wishes it could melt

like glaciers into the rivers

in August.

And day is coming.

And the stars are fading.