by Miriam Stegmann

The gravity of an ending

In the fleeing dark

Anthracite clouds of breath

Hanging low

Over the curve of your heavy skull

Your globe, world of worlds

Allegory of bones, blood, brain

Your thoughts

A black box

Weighing me down.

In foreboding shadows you rest

Below my collar bone

Pressing onto my chest

Silently, slowly, irrevocably

You love me

With the immense gravity

Of the freshly blended grey

Softly creeping into the corners

It preludes a breaking heart

As much as a breaking day.