Interlude Poem by Oliver Roberts

In the night’s forgotten hour
you closed me into your eyes,
their black shine taste in my mouth.
Walking blindly in the snow,
I carried our dead kisses,
and buried them in your breath.
My body flailed in the dark breeze,
shredded by our naked shadows
as I named the white bend of your thighs.

I felt for your pure footsteps
and followed them into your sounds,
calling out for you with my hands.
I found you waiting below me,
your voice split perfectly in two,
holding me as a scented mirror.
There we spoke like sun and water,
burning our faces with the glare
and curling upwards into the glory.