You are in the savor of night’s tempted mouth
open for swallowing dreams
for I may not survive this wave
any more than you have already swum
but I am calling out –
moon, may you release morning?
light’s favor is what I need
for tonight, is the end – the dead end
I have been waiting for
I call you december
for you are too winter to refuse
and everything has already crystallized.
you were the never-ending story I’d call out to
for tales told/retold faintly true
but my mercy has run dry –
in the morning I expect a clear sky
the sun is waiting
for me and
rising for everything after you
is this the game of surrender?
if it is, then I am the white rose you once held
in soft hands, and now
an incomplete unfolding.
I feel you
to look for me in hibernation,
but I will not tempt night