Dans nos obscurités

Blue night party, sloped into gardens
small groups gathered under flares;
glasses clinked, voices hushed down.
I moved along paths, shiny with stones -
pocked stars, barn owl white.

I tried to imagine a world without you -
this was not possible. Your kisses,
breastbone to throat, whetted the exhausted cliché.

You were free to do anything you wished;
tremble the broken chords with your absence.
My worshipful lord, unconditionally,
music and laughter came in waves.

Near the houses and crouched huts,
they put out lanterns and drew in the time
we should have spent together had I given up,
left not knowing where I would sleep.