we crawl from the silence of his attic room into the blackest depths of october dusk down the dark fields, through jasmine leaves sprawled on wine-stained velvet in the long dark grass i hold him crushed against me like silk beneath the black sky high & bright his long hair falls down down trickling over my cheeks cold as midnight & he opens his cloak to me black leaves of velvet unfolding skin glows silver in the moonlight i press my lips to his softly drinking lips move silk-delicate caressing smooth flesh fingers play in the thick dark sea of hair trace the fine-boned features & i devour this wanting to know to know to know to feel just once something like this some pulsing, yearning some tightening, some burning within i lean my head against his torn black cloak strange ancient dusty church raven hair shimmering down over me like silk he breathes in my arms as i press my tears into that long black wine & pray pray for eternity forever & always dark eyes crying softly forever & always