streetlights
streetlights
copper light stretches across my bed
delicately coiling around my ankles, pulling on my bones
and climbing up my body
the gentle tug is no longer gentle
wrapping tightly around my ribs
bands of copper pressing inwards
drawing me to my window
the night sounds like velvet:
dark and rich and seductive
making me ache to step outside and
run my hands across it
a car drives by and pins me in place
with its headlights
tearing the velvet from my ears and the coils from my ribs
but it can’t dull the ache