I breathe this same night as you,
this night humid with eyes,
this night of crushed hearts.
Though continents separate us,
the way it enters first you,
it is like a tide turning,
bringing a salt of remembered song,
this same night.
What part of you do I receive?
Your fear of love,
your day broken by horizons,
your ecstasy for another’s waist?
I receive all of this,
and I too am broken by a jealous moon.
With a rag-eared note in a bottle,
I send my reply.
I am lonely, and my body wishes this
night we share were not so immense,
so burdened with impossibility.
But a vastness of black flowers
drowns my mouth.
This night we both breathe,
alone with an enormous love,
I cannot traverse this hemisphere of ruins.