foldedcranes:

the shadows gather raven feathers
scattered through the halls, lurking
at the prospect of swallowing moonlight
that pours pale through the windowpanes,
chardonnay unbottled and left to aerate.

the night sinks
its teeth into summer—
fruits—birds—rivers
all drown in the torrent
of broken contracts and
lost dreams that course
through the land of the forgotten.

symphony of darkness,
ballet of blades,
a wolf’s tongue rasping
against the clean-licked bone
of your hyoid.

all this and everything more,
the shine of the champagne glass
against your rose lips,
the spilled viognier,
the blue-skinned veins
held against pearled canines.

merle—
have you ever stopped
to consider perhaps
you are spending your nights
in the arms of the wrong person?

written for @avolitorial‘s october prompts
prompt #16 - midnight games