In the dead of night
from black to blue to white
faint bird notes fall
one by one
light nears
from his heart to her hand
thousands of kilometers of veins capillaries
in crumpled bedsheets
they’ve traveled years to get there
a crow caws ahead of the alarm-clock
her bloodflow the ticking
fail to merge together
until his first smile echoes hers.
(Sabine Huynh, published in Soul Feathers – anthology)