I heard a blue cooing, like
pigeon, blue leaves like
pink veins,
black fur, guttural, like
were you thinking 
about me?
at all, like
it’s getting dark so early, like seven, not
eight,
the cool night air is there, like
the cool night air is a text from god
the cool night air is there, like a silk slip,
the cool night air there like
I’m going to jump your bones later
you leaned in to say it
and the room was like
I put on glasses, like
it was cold that night, like
I was wearing a black dress
shuddering
against the wall.
the room dark
the light on 
in the hall 
like do you think.
of that at all
when you step out
into winter
and shiver
like the cool night air is there like the cool night air
enters a room 
like a long arm
a cold hand like
I dig into the bed
but you’re only in my head