I have seen your dark blood,
when we slept, side by side,
and your song grew between us
in that space that once lay quiet.
Every word, every murmur of thunder,
grew from that nest of veins and arteries,
and pushed from our broken space
The moon with its muddy mask
of clouds and I know,
like a dried leaf scuttling across
a naked road. 
And, I know every note of
your scarlet truth. 

MEG SMITH is a writer, journalist, dancer and events producer living in Lowell, Mass. Her most recent poetry books, Dear Deepest Ghost, This Scarlet Dancing, Night's Island and Pretty Green Thorns, are available on Amazon. She welcomes visits at megsmithwriter.com.