The Night Thick

The night thick
like your wet kiss
like a quiet fog rolling in waves over the river banks
glowing orb
either the moon
or a street light
orange beacon throbbing from atop ornamental metal
painted black to cover antique rust
we hold hands
play russian-roulette with loaded shadows
is that a pile of trash?
is that a rapist/murderer?
do oak trees have memories?

camera flash from the sky above
angry mother climbing high over the Spanish tiled roof tops
a cumulonimbus pregnancy
wind rustles through wrought iron
ferns dance on rotten balconies
a thunder follows
rattles tall windows
tourists denounce warnings and drink
and drink
and drink

ruddy we find corners and play with one another
your long white leg
your face turned up to the storm
breathing in the rain
crying
drowning
while I at your throat devour your soul.

TA