2 a.m.

The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton

Edward Weston and Margrethe Mather 1922 by Imogen Cunningham

The night is fluent and deep.

Your breath, 

a pastiche of rising tides, 

awaits my immersion.

You gather me like fragrant leaves 

even as you sleep, pull me into your dream 

until we are wrapped together within these boughs 

and dream of fall, ablaze.