Feral
{the beautiful ugly}
A coyote howls. A star falls. And the night cracks me open,
with beauty sharp and poignant as grief.
The night cracks me open, like a geode,
exposing the crystal veins of intimacy.
Everything is blooming most recklessly;
if it were voices instead of colors,
there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.