We swam in the night.
Our fingers grasped the wisps of fog,
our bodies twisted to the moon’s humming tune.
We washed our hands in pools of charcoal
and etched ink drawings into each others
Rainbows trapped in dark droplets,
reflecting unseen light,
dripped through our raven black hair
and kissed the surface of the lake.
The ripples trembled with our movements
as we gave into the bone chilling