I wake up in the middle of the night

I wake up in the middle of the night
in pools of sweat. I hear outside the rain
draw lines into the mud, a subtle light

sneaks in the window. I can see the stain
she left on my sheets, the red blood that beats
through her veins is something unexplained.

I want it still—the arches of her feet—
when I enter her finally she cries
out a song. The sleek, reflecting street

lies wet and quiet. I can't say good-bye
to her yet, I can't leave the glorious height
of mountain that she is. I see the sky

stretch out both to the left and to the right
of me. I hear the silence of the night.