The Night Of Love Poem by Geoff Lathy

The cold night
laid its fingernails
in icy screams
upon my eyes,
pulling my eyelids
in freezing peals of
waking sleep,
hands
clawing my belly,
drawing my life
into knots of tears
and weeds,
smell
choking my thoughts,
cloaking my sobs
in threads of dreams,
night,
dragging my mind,
nagging my muscles
into spasms and
wrenching coils,
fingers
twined in my
staring eyes,
breathless lies,
I almost
wake.