Poem #75: Each

Each

You splinter the night, enter 

and unravel my dreams, 

a long red thread. 

Panting, I wake, mired 

in my bed, pushing the fright 

out of my eyes and blinking at 

the slanting moonlight slipping 

through the shades 

of you, a midnight-blue reverie 

shrouded in 

a damp fog of desire and 

a firestorm of regrets, each 

wrapped in bright, clear silver, 

each a June day, 

each a November evening.

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six

Poem #75: Each