Fire breaks across a dying horizon,
Riverfront factories and scrapyards
Slipping down the bank
Into the cold black waters of blindness.
In a few minutes
It’s going to feel like midnight again
She’s going to come out of the shower
In panties and damp hair
And cross the room keeping to the wall
She’s going to pause and turn halfway
And lay eyes on you
Narrowed and intent
With so much hungry love
The syllables of your breath
Will drift through the story
Of the other two people you are
The ones who are always
Strangers to themselves
Yet never to each other
And the moment she starts to move again
It’s going to be as if she’s floating
Through the center of it all
Through the bare lace of winter branches
In the forest of something
That once resembled your life
