In this hour between
the wolf and the dog
again I am reading

your spaces.

Where you bubble up
between the dark matter
encased in your

wordless worlds.

Here I am holding back
the collapsing hole
in me
about to burst

all my singularities.

Time howls then
spits us out.

Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-franz-wright-s-teeth/