A lichen-encrusted boulder invites you to sit and fade the day.
Elastic shadows stretch and pool.
Night unfurls white-diamond stars across the black.
Open wide to Night’s moist chill
Spread your soul bare.
Drink winter-scented secrets,
Tongue the velvet darkness,
Strain fleshy dreamseeds through your teeth.
Burst into starfire.
The boulder beneath you congeals, sticky-sweet.
[Lyri Ahnam channels poetry at every opportunity. An animistic Cailleach, she is the familiar of a black cat named Banshee.]