HUMAN NIGHT / ODE TO THE SUN
Fangs which grow with the promise of tremor,
the wind of November, a month not quite itself,
not quite the season forsaken but the season overrun
by birds not exactly in their place, not yet determined
about the wintering grounds, north to south shades
over the month deciding where it’s roots end,
rooftops and hallways, gutters leading rain
a day forward, an hour, the chimneys of town
don't reach higher, the hand stretched out to fire,
retrace the misspelt steps we could have placed better,
the season changed, dragged out of summer, fangs
growing, poking out of bloody lips, man-made night sky
devoid of the mirror moon reflecting its son’s face, us born
months stripped apart, crying to make it feel like we tried,
fighting to make these feelings sound right, looking back
over the shoulder like stray dogs, through the window
the wind closed, the house emptying itself like a tree
unveiling through December, fangs that sink in the last
tender bit of flesh, consuming the last thing from you
that I could call mine on the dust frame where the bed used to be,
right as they made us, shadows always larger in the sunset,
rebuilt beasts made out of dreams of flesh and light,
blood running like rivers into the well of your navel,
through the lines between the wooden floor boards,
soaked you hug me with a question, an oath, a confession,
you shiver but the sheets are burying the furniture
in the other rooms, naked skin, cool dark wood,
bleached white walls, hazy sunlight and cloud,
our fingers, sticky together pressing over wounds
with blood thickening as the fog breath between our mouths,
slow, stiff, loose as ash settles on my palm, my hair,
as meaning leaves the body through the chest, and you
are all that remains, so we are back,
so I know that perhaps, it’s just that
and enough.
Sergio Martín de la Cuadra, 19, Colmenar Viejo - Spain ✯ IG: @sergiomartin_dc & @sergiomartindelacuadra
“I am currently pursuing the screenwriter-poet-writer combo and seeking any other artistic call that may present itself in the years to come. I surround myself with people hungry for creation and emotion who I am immensely grateful for and with whom I venture into passion projects. Regarding my writing I must say it is a long-term journey I am more than ready to explore as is the understanding of myself.”