Black earthed soul

Your black earthed soul flattened up to me just then
with the ancient blood and fall of it, and in a blink
paused me like a flag in the breeze
of a seldom breath
and I considered again those long and dark fears
and how they never grow as fast
as when I locked into a country of them
and that in this now cooler morning I can dress
less flesh on me from your black earthed soul.

Neva

What lies in St Petersburg lies there still
like the coffee cup on top of my half read book
and the tinnitus filling of your bath
as the couple flickered on the TV and on the bed
ourselves flickering upon the fault line
with you in your head below
as if still upon the Neva
bowing beneath that last small bridge
before the approach to her gape of vast water
darkening now and glittered from a moon
that time upon time
lies there still.