Hide my pesky inequalities
like you hide the ravages of time
And disguise the day with oscuration
She comes in— lights a candle, a spark plug
and somehow its soft and warming blackness
better than death and sleep (no dreaming)
And there’s a thousand sunsets on my skin
As water slides and quivers, cell by cell
making clear tracks between joints and curves
and stretching out hair for the ladders of princes
carving deltas in my toes, cascades from my fingers
Sinking back into the ocean, via a storm drain
Or hangs around, robing naked air (so very shy and blushing)
keeping me warm as drizzle on microbial civilisations
filling me with dawn and such (or was it dusk)
and still slipping like children in the mud
trailing a memory of me, a soaked body stark
A shower in the dark