Asphalt and Time

Sitting close enough to the night that it whines
Just in the mouth of my ear canal;
Starlight streaming through the twilight in the hum
Like oil in the water, soothing ripples
Covering up the restless heat lapping at my arms
Sunburn like streetlights, a felt illumination, memory.
Night will leave its bites to rise among the burn--
My skin swelling and crinkling like the roadbed
Universes and days and hugs have traveled.

Sharing with The Sunday Muse for The Wednesday Muse: Night Sounds. Today was the day I decided to get back on the horse, as it were, with my writing. Merlin and I spent part of the morning out on the back porch (thank you, mid-summer cool front!!!!!) and he's sleeping on the tiles behind me, now. He came with me on this morning's bagel run, proving that he understands the concept of drive-thru pretty well and is a fan of windows through which people hand you food. As am I, I suppose. Here he is, enjoying the morning, belly full of croissant (not a whole one, just a bit of one). Thanks for being patient as I edge back from last week.

-- Chrissa