it’s the dark, she says
crying, while all around us
the dark, the dark
*
same moon, same sky,
same woman, same why,
a crow flies by
*
behind every door
another door, this one
no light underneath
*
not once does the snake
look back at its skin and say
gee, I miss it
*
so much beauty
cannot be seen
without the dark
*
mama, she says,
there’s a window in my head
I kiss her there
so much beauty cannot be seen without the dark
hmmm… i’ll have to think about that
does the snake every say, “I’ve been skinned alive!”?
You can’t see the stars without the dark!
As usual, I like how you end it. Such an evocative image, that window.