two arms by light

they need you they cry

for something to grasp

a slim golden hair slipping bare between fingers

old & young they cry

I bore see wrinkles born and

where they cry do I

swell and swell and

two arms lie rested when

there is loud light through

they need to look at one

another they cry

I bound from across the room and

when does it begin its

ancient nocturnal ritual,

its sleep I need you

they cry two arms

by light