2/100: LONGING

Night. Cold as ash, cold as ocean deep, come, collect me: cells, bone, teeth.

Creep beneath moon snarled

in shade of night, primrose,

jasmine, sickly scent seep

under borders brambled

vigilant heart keeper:

through garden bare

of heliopsis, daylily,

glory of morning

prostate to light.

Come.

Collect me.

July 6. Day 2 of 100 Days of Summer.
Out like a light.
My imaginings of a night garden; fragments of living in a night world.
Peace...