“everything that touches us takes us like a violin’s bow, one voice of two separate strings.” – Rainer Maria Rilke

The night is wet,

rain glistens on

slippery sidewalks. We

dodgeglassy puddles

thatglisten in the glow

of amber street lamps.

There is a trace of rosy

blood where I have bitten

my lip and my eyes brim

with life and nonsensical love.

When we embrace

we kiss silvery lashesand

taste blood rose onour

shivering lips.

For the moment we forget

that you want too much and

I will take whatever you give.