Death comes to the window,
beats his black crow wings against the glass
in the darkness.
Shivering, we curl our bodies together for warmth.
I bury my face in your soft, salty nakedness,
man who becomes animal in the night.
Your sturdy arms wrap round me,
and in that holy circle
I believe for just a moment
that disappearing into you,
i might escape the truth
that i am every moment disintegrating,
and one day i will open the window
and let the crow in.
(inspired by Anna Swir)