Keep

In a skyscraping tower late in the afternoon
we disturbed each other awake.
Bedding sprawled over us like a fabrication
that was warm to believe, and you
spoke in the dim room of staying
horizontal on the mattress indefinitely.

The room was getting darker.  Against your wishes
I went vertical and stood at the panoramic cliff
where glass divided the cavernous room
from the sunset city it overlooked.
The dull orange juice of dusk
condensed over a grid of structural concrete
and flickering artificial lights.

The sun was a wicked glowing pumpkin
on the other side of our building.
I watched our shadow slowly
submerge the city in rectangular night
and I returned running to the fabric
that keeps you and I safe
indefinitely.

~ by josephmchugh on December 22, 2008.