poem 019: darkness

sundown
demons
chaos beyond control
last breath 
instant death
old white vitriol
darkness yes

but here in this room there are shades to draw down
blackout curtains on the wrong side of town
let’s start a new movement a mutiny of lovers 
a flesh-coiled sacrament under these covers
blindly we touch our eyes closed undressed 
our lips read like braille in the 
darkness yes