Night—Inam Hussain Begg Mullick

For S.

Dense 

as a song,

your body moves;

you become 

the night's breath,

your gaze now holds 

the night's fire.

You touch

the mirror of miracles,

I desire your mind.

Supernatural trees fill the city.

The streets drip

eagles 

and lunar jazz

among the everglow

of your arterial stories.

My body becomes a deer's body.

My memory is a forest.

The tongue rots, the earth rots.

All is corrupted but you.