the turning of the wheel [or "In brightest day, in blackest night"]

(it began and ended with super heroes)

sweetness of night
cold and clear
the lights of the city
and the telling of stories
massaging out the knots
mutuality
(the light is nearly at its climax now)

rain-soaked honeysuckle blossoms
on bare skin
in the morning
veneration and passion
(and the burgeoning fear)

“In brightest day, in blackest night”
yellow trumped green
(in real life)

as the light grew into the night
his poetry faded
tentative
the turning away

everything spoken
reversed
everything given
shattered

(it began and ended with super heroes)