Last night we were undressed by the wind
It took our shoes first;
we watched them rise like odd dense birds
into the indigo sky.
It undid buttons, habits, words;
twirled away the shadows on your face,
the lines engraved on mine.
It freed the magpie in your ribcage,
unzipped each one of my muttering scars,
opened our heads to the blazing dark.
And then there was only bright skin
And then we were
Last night we were undressed
by the wind. This morning
we woke in our clothes.
First published in the Milestones anthology by Write Out Loud