Rekindling

in the quiettude

on the mouth of this night sky

drenched
                                                      in the blackness
he drips
             down
                    her 
                        wrists

evermore infrequent does the light 
rattle her 

from sleep
howls hushed by the closed door

they look back
                     to the ageless

fondness drips
                       from 
                            my
                               lips

grouse in the clearing
I am the abyss