Icy night

Skittish shadows leaving wet footprints and proof of our crime, right to the unlit pool, where the dark mirror has but one flicking moon.

The reflection melts as we enter and the biting chill drowns us, a pair of silhouettes sneaking a glace at each other while we look around for anyone who might see us at this hour.

I would have said it was a honest mistake, I came back after college and walked into the wrong apartment and someone else’s flame embraced me. I shook off the rain and I didn’t know where I was. The evergreens brushed against the windows and my breath steamed as we sneaked outside.

Here in the ice cold water I look at the walls before I turn on my back and push down into the darkness. My body freezes and then flows as I swim towards the light. I wonder if my reflection would shattered if I swam back fast enough.

For no reason at all I remember a novel, a child with a yellow origami dragon. I see my companion buoy back up again. We meet, the lights gone out and we’re faceless in the dark, laughing and shivering.

Ink finger

The ink on my fingers,

Sent to me a memory-

We sat by failing cinders

With a sky full of wonder.

We told stories, made cleverly

About what you never see

It felt heavenly;

Maybe it’s just memory

But it’ll always be

Like the ink that lingers,

On my fingers

That I warmed by dying cinder-

Voluntary,

Like a glass of tea.