“And Night Illuminated the Night”

POSTED IN contemporary poetry February 9, 2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And Night Illuminated the Night

I watch you holding one cut stem,
three thorns, no blossom—

night, a shade of red
your teeth trace on my lips.

Everything I touch and all I am
is thirsting.

When the rain falls
it won’t ask who you are—

a statue, or the blind man
who sees by feeling.

Rain won’t forgive us,
it doesn’t know our names

 

 

 

 

 

Alex Dimitrov