rebels and mutineers for limbs until the light fades

winter night if you find the gossamer threads between bodies try not to break it please

mandate the eyes and flesh to witness the dying of the candle fire

dark before dawn from the first conscious breath life bursts forth

04:13am threading cold currents in this sea of bedsheets

throwing shade into the indefinite darkness of this night

wait out this winter night beckoned to bed by the likes of rakshasa horns

the ingenuity of this winter night blinding sights and ravished by touch