Night Poem by Nicole M. Martin

The night opens.
In black we are ripped wide and the truth
Bleeds from us.
That feared magnet pulls us desperately,
And we are holding and holding and not
Letting go,
Not letting go.
In silence we stand haphazard,
Gripped in the eidetic, nameless tide;
Its hands are many and ours just four,
Ours just four, together.
There is only human and there is only love, and here
The world cannot exist to burn us.

In black we are ripped wide and the truth
Bleeds from us.
The night opens.