The thrum of the drum the stroke of the string
a white bird and black bird, locked in combat and love
A sliver of moon casting blue on silken, quivering skin
dreams filling an ocean of sky
Electric thrills of fingers on flesh
the sinewy, psychological cycles of sin

The space of a moment:
Moments suspended in the spaces between
and spaces suspended in moments between

Somewhere a battle, enraged and red
Somewhere another, alone in the head
Somewhere a lover is giving good
conversation

Brother wolf and sister moon keep me company this night
He warms me with his body, she lights me with her glow

I count upon the sun in the morning