Night

Cloud fragments prosper 
over the covers.

The benighted sill
pirouettes in my eyes,
our combined darkness
dazzling depth.

I open the window.
I bare myself to the unlit street
exposing my empty chest 
and forgetting my pretenses:
dignity, star, dawn.

Eraser fluid hardens 
into something we can use; 
the night and I remove 
the last names we spoke.