nights under the skin

by mistersoto

unsleeping granite
his head
amongst landscapes of blankets
in folds of darkness
tunnelling his way
the stopping of imagined breathing
a dream perhaps then?
his figure walking on
the pathway ascent
the hill aching
the backs of his legs
walking on his thoughts
evaporating in inerasable night
moonlit breath
her figure shadowed
waiting at the ridge
of reunion