.of soot, and sand.

Too conscious of the quiet;  
like ghosts,  
the night robbed all of the blue from this room,  
intrudes with narrowed eyes  
and talons fingering my chest bone,  
tracing the shape of desire  
with outstreched palm.  
 
So much is revealed  
in the heavy black,
black alleyways of my aching body,  
so much silence; lies
contorted,  
with only air for tears.