G. C. Jeffers

This is the time when the sky
bleeds, impaled on the brittle,
clawed fingers of dead trees,

and when the icy darkness pours
early into the streets, constrained
only by pale lights and silent flames.

This is the time when you and I
beat out love and warmth through
the steady rhythm of our hearts,

and when your body, next to mine,
is enough to ignite the darkness,
to set fire to the sky.