night

My hands smell of night, the night so warm and close and inescapable that I absorb the darkness into my head. And now I wonder if you thought of the things I wrote when we embrace. But I don't worry those worries at night. My dreams stiffen me and I'm human again when I wake. All the environment goes to my head in early evening and I soak in thoughts of horizon rather than thoughts of spaces between floor tiles. I cuddle with space and relinquish voice and reason 'til the friends in my mind take me by the shoulders and carry me into night, smiling at our connection, safe night.